| I walked the steps of my father today
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| Worked till I froze and my face turned grey
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| And all of my fingers calloused and worn to the bone
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| And I felt like a child in a world full of men
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| Trying to capture that something again
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| Strong as an ox but slowly turning to stone
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| Walking away from this room dark and grey
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| Smoke hangs in clouds and the old echo plays
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| And the music is soft
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| And the voice it is hushed
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| And the boy he has loved
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| And the man he has lost
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| And I walk out in the rain
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| All over again
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| I felt the touch of my mother today
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| Gently pushing me forward again
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| Closing my eyes but still feeling the way
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| And I’m clutching at fingers through crumples &creases
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| I came to my senses it cut me to pieces
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| 'Cause I needed more but I was pulling away
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| Walking alone with these legs made of stone
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| And I’m almost dry and I’m almost home
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| Where the photographs smile
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| And I’m still someone’s child
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| And my place it is set
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| So I’ll stay for a while
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| Till I walk out in the rain
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| Like water would stain
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| And I’m born all over again
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| Yeah! |
| Oh!
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| Now come, come, come my heart!
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| So I walk out in the rain
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| Like water would stain
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| And I’m born all over again
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| Now I walk out in the rain |