| For a second I didn’t recognize
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| The face that grew from boy to man before my eyes
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| The lines are hard, the beard is thick, and the scars might play a trick
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| But the savage jaw clenched, baby chin, and flood of memories rushes in
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| At the time our lives seemed like a daily rerun state
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| Like nothing that we did could bring us to a better place
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| We punched the clock, worked all day, and made jokes about low pay
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| And watched some screens, and drank some drinks
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| And set alarms and got some winks then …
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| On, keep pushing on, past complaints unspoken
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| Hurt but unbroken
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| On, keep pushing on, to the new day
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| On, keep pushing on, like a wheel with a spoke bent
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| Hurt but unbroken
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| On, keep pushing on, to the new day
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| I think back and second guess the choices I have made
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| I wonder how I could’ve won the games we plated
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| Had less guitars, a smaller place and a job with slower pace
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| And home each weekend, playing catch and walking dogs a better dad
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| Now I bet you’re facing crises like the ones I had
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| And you want to make the moves to end up better than your dad
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| And I have some thoughts, want to help, but if I’m honest with myself
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| It’s up to you to make the calls, enjoy your wins, lear from your falls |