| I haven’t seen my father in some time
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| But his face is always staring back at me
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| His heavy hands hang at the ends of my arms
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| And my colors change like the sea
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| But I don’t worry much about time lost
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| I’m not gunning for the dreams I couldn’t find
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| 'Cause he taught me how to walk the best that I can
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| On the road I’ve left behind
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| But most of all
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| He taught me to forgive
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| How to keep a cool head
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| How to love the one you’re with
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| And when I’m far into the distance
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| And the pushing comes to shove
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| To remember what comes back
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| When you give away your love
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| Give away your love
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| When you give your love away
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| Give away your love
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| I haven’t heard my mother’s voice in a while
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| But her words are always falling out my mouth
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| My mind and spirit are at odds sometimes
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| And they fight like the north and the south
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| But I still care enough to bear the weight
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| Of the heaviness to which my heart is tethered
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| She taught me how to be strong and say goodbye
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| And that love is forever
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| But most of all
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| She taught me how to fight
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| How to move across the line
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| Between the wrong and the right
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| And when I’m turned out in the darkness
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| And the pushing comes to shove
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| To remember what comes back
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| When you give away your love
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| Give away your love
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| When you give your love away
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| Give away your love
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| Give your love away
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| Oh, give your love away
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| And remember what comes back to you
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| Give your love away
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| Oh, give your love away
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| And remember what comes back to you
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| I haven’t seen my father in some time
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| But his face is always staring back at me
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| His heavy hands swing at the ends of my arms
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| And my colors change like the sea |