| Your father was a rounder
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| He played that rock and roll
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| A leaper and a bounder
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| Down to his gypsy soul
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| The music was his angel
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| And sorrow was his star
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| And those of us who follow
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| Might hope to reach as far
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| Theyre walking slow in houston
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| Speechless in d.c.
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| Theres no way I could tell you
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| What he meant to me Your mothers a survivor
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| Shell do what must be done
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| Her children will revive her
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| And help her see the sun
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| She almost knew that unison
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| But the singing stopped too soon
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| Now she shares the silence
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| With a man up in the moon
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| To speak of missing persons
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| Tonight theres only one
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| And we all carry with us what the mans begun
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| And you can sing this song
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| On july the fourth
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| In the sunny south and the frozen north
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| Its a day of loss, its your day of birth
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| Does it take a death to learn what a life is worth?
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| Your brothers are all older
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| And theyll take it in their stride
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| The worlds a little colder
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| But manhoods on their side
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| Now youre the little girl-child
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| And you look so much like him
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| And hes right there inside you
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| Each time you want to sing
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| Sing of missing persons
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| Tonight theres only one
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| But hes where you can find him when its said and done
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| And we will sing this song
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| On july the fourth
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| From the sunny south and the frozen north
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| This will always be your day of birth
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| May you always see what your life is worth |