| Waking up to hear a little boy’s
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| Voice in the morning
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| Little footsteps brush across the floor
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| And you open the door
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| Just beneath my gaze I see your face
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| Just like clockwork you reach
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| Towards my glass of water
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| Upon the night stand, and carefully
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| You hand it up to me
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| I’ll be by your side, father and son
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| And in time you’ll understand
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| When you grow up to be a man, Ian
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| Gentle and strong
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| Believe in the words, your song
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| Gentle and strong
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| Believe in the words, your song
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| I want to know you, want to show you I care
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| And I want to lead you, want to be your friend
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| Gentle and strong
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| Believe in the words, your song
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| Gentle and strong
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| Believe in the words, your song
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| I want to know you, want to show you I care
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| And I want to lead you, want to be your friend
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| I’ll be by your side, father and son
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| And in time you’ll understand
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| When you grow up to be a man, Ian
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| Gentle and strong
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| Believe in the words, your song
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| Gentle and strong
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| Believe in the words, your song
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| I want to know you, want to show you I care
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| And I want to lead you, want to be your friend |