| Yesterday saw you missing
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| Drawn to the light in the distance
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| Holding her hand while she listened
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| She told him how much she would miss him
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| Said his goodbyes to his children
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| And let the weight fade away
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| I have your hands
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| But I have my mother’s eyes
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| Your tact and poise
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| And her sense of wrong and right
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| Heard you awake in the middle of the night
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| Letting go of the things you keep inside
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| Worked your fingers to the bone
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| To be sent home with a cardboard box
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| Filled with everything you’ve known
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| All things come to be loved and lost
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| I’ll keep a moment sealed in time inside a picture frame
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| A small reminder of the days I thought would never change
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| They always say it’s clear to see
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| How parts of you shine through in me
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| I think you know, you won’t be here forever
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| And you’re counting down the days
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| 'Til you can rest your tired eyes and let it slip away
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| The lessons learned at your side
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| Will stay with me all my life
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| The man I hope to become, I know is deep down inside
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| I know, you don’t even need to say
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| I know you’re proud in your own way
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| I know you’re proud in your own way
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| And you watched me grow up
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| As I watched you grow older
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| The chip off your block, held me up on your shoulders
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| I wish I told you yesterday |