| You called me up on the phone today
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| struggling with the right words to say.
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| Time can change a thing or two.
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| Time has changed the lives of me and you,
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| but you know… it could have been different dad.
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| The word brings back a sweet memory.
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| I’m sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,
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| by my side a distinguished man
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| giving me encouragement, telling me I can,
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| and you know… you’re not there.
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| You say, Son, let’s forget the past,
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| I want another chance, gonna make it last.
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| You’re begging me for a brand new start,
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| trying to mend a bridge that’s been blown apart,
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| but you know… you never built it dad.
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| So I sit here through the night,
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| and I write myself to sleep,
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| and time keeps ticking…
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| Time has made you finally realize
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| your loneliness and your guilt inside.
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| You’re reaching for something you never had,
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| turning around now you’re looking back,
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| and you know… I’m not there.
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| You say, Son, let’s forget the past.
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| I want another chance, gonna make it last.
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| You’re begging me for a brand new start,
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| trying to mend a bridge that’s been blown apart,
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| but you know… you never built it dad. |