| My father had so much to tell me things he said I had to know
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| Don’t make my mistakes there are rules you can’t break
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| But I had to find out on my own
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| Now when I look at my own sons I see what my father went through
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| There’s only so much you can do
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| You’re proud when they walk scared when they run
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| That’s how it always has been between fathers and sons
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| It’s a bridge you can’t cross it’s a cross you can’t bear
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| It’s the words you can’t say the things you can’t change
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| No matter how much you care
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| So you do all you can then you gotta let go
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| You’re just part of the flow of the river that runs between fathers and sons
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| Now your mother she’ll try to protect you she’ll hold you as long as she can
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| But the higher you climb the more you can see
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| And that’s something I understand
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| One day you’ll look at your own son there’ll be so much that you want to say
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| But he’ll have to find his own way
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| Down the road he must take the course he must run
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| That’s how it always has been between fathers and sons
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| It’s a bridge you can’t cross…
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| We’re just part of the flow of the river that runs between fathers and sons |