| What was that you talked about, my father?
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| What was that you wanted me to know?
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| I missed my chance to ask these questions
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| That’s why you’re often on my mind
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| What was that you dreamt about, my father?
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| The gift, the last gift you gave me
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| That blue globe with continents and oceans
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| Became prophetical to me
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| I’m sure now I know what it means
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| Look with my eyes and see this world
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| Someday our souls will dance together
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| We’re so alike
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| We’re so alike
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| And your dreams are mine
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| What was left in the dark, my father?
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| Why do I take so much after you?
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| I get no answers to those questions
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| The time will tell it’s for the better or the worse
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| Why did I grow up so fast, my father?
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| And days and nights are picking up the pace
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| There is a light, your beacon light
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| Illuminates the darkest side of me
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| Look with my eyes and see this world
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| Someday our souls will dance together
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| We’re so alike
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| We’re so alike
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| Look with my eyes and see this world
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| Someday our souls will dance together
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| We’re so alike
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| We’re so alike
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| We’re two of a kind |