| I watched the fireworks explode
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| And from your shoulders I could see a different world
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| No lies, no hate, no fear, no pain
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| Just flashes of blue and yellow flame
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| I smiled, you smiled, but smiles can fade
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| How am I a product of this man?
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| I’ve watched the sunrise on his skin;
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| I’ve felt the warm touch of his hand
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| Father I hope you understand
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| That I’ve been running from your eyes
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| But now I’m coming back again
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| (Father!)
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| Calendar pages hit the floor
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| Counting the days and years before
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| Sons become men, plans change, paths bend
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| 'til I’m not your little one anymore
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| And the winters pass
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| Now I see your face in the mirrored glass
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| Reminding me to slow down
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| (well I’ve got to slow down)
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| 'Cause my early grays
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| And the bags under my eyes prove the case
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| That I can’t handle the weight
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| How am I a product of this man?
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| I’ve watched the sunrise on his skin;
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| I’ve felt the warm touch of his hand
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| Father I hope you understand
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| That I’ve been running from your eyes
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| But now I’m coming back again
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| I don’t want to be here
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| I don’t want to be here alone
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| Father it’s been to long
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| Take your son’s hand and walk me home
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| And I watched the fireworks explode
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| Father, Father, Father!
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| How am I a product of this man?
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| I’ve watched the sunrise on his skin;
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| I’ve felt the warm touch of his hand
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| Father I hope you understand
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| That I’ve been running from your eyes
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| But now I’m coming back again
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| Father I hope you understand
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| That I’ve been running from your eyes
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| But now I’m coming back again |