| I see myself in my fathers eyes
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| I see my strengths and my weaknesses
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| There’s children safe in their mother’s arms
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| But photos can be misleading
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| Right on the branches of my family trees
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| That’s where the young ones are dwindling — with lies
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| So will we learn? |
| Talk together into the night
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| Can we help this home to survive?
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| We need the strength of our family’s arms
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| Not a false sense of solidarity
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| Walk together and we could work this out
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| Talk together and we could understand
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| We need the strength of our family’s arms
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| I wish I knew where to go from here
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| I see the sadness in all their eyes
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| I understand why this burdens them
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| It’s written on my grandfather’s arms
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| Indian ink tells the story there
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| Out on the branches of my family trees
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| That’s where the young ones are suffering — with lies
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| So will we learn? |
| Fought together into the night
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| Can we help this home to survive?
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| We need the strength of our family’s arms
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| Not a false sense of solidarity
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| Walk together and we could work this out
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| Talk together and we could understand
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| We need the strength of our family’s arms
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| I wish I knew where to go from here
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| We were aloud to take this on
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| But this can’t be here when we are gone
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| Giving what we have now is to make this time
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| That we have left last forever
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| All that we have left is to make this time
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| Last forever — Then we’ll have learned
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| Look into your son and forget what you see
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| Protect what you love
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| And show what you mean
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| Before you send this sinking ship into the sea
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| God damn, I wish we knew when we started this |