| When I was young
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| My dad would say
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| «Come on son, let’s go out and play»
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| Seems like only yesterday
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| When I was all by myself
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| I’d climb up the closet shelf
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| Find his hat and fix the brim
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| Pretending I was him
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| No matter how hard I try
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| No matter how many tears I cry
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| No matter how many years go by
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| I still can’t say goodbye
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| He took good care
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| Of Mom and me
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| We all cut down the Christmas tree
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| He always had some time for me
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| Wind blows through the trees
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| Street-lights, they still shine bright
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| Most things are the same
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| But I miss my dad tonight
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| I walk by the Salvation Army store
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| Saw a hat like my daddy wore
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| Tried it on and fixed the brim
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| Still trying to be like him |