| Our fathers have been entangled in things
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| He’s been squandering, he’s been squandering
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| And we don’t do a thing, cause we’re busy and think
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| We’re just wandering, we’re just a-wandering like fools
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| His son is his prize, he tells a few lies
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| He’s got his father’s eyes, it’s in his father’s eyes
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| And he thinks in his mind that he’s just getting by
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| But he’s a compromise, he’s just a compromising fool
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| And the stance that we take isn’t much to bear
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| Yeah, we leave things to change on their time
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| And our failure to care for it leaves us blind
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| 'til we’re tired and we’re crazed in the mind
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| Now he lies on his back, and they tell him it’s that
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| It’s just a heart attack, it’s just a heart attack
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| Too late to return to the ones that you’ve earned
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| No they don’t give it back, no they don’t give it back to fools
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| And the stance that we take isn’t much to bear
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| Yeah, we leave things to change on their time
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| And our failure to care for it leaves us blind
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| 'til we’re tired and we’re crazed in the mind
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| I’ve been, I’ve been silent
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| I’ve been, I’ve been silent
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| I’ve been, I’ve been silent
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| I’ve been, I’ve been silent
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| I’ve been, I’ve been silent
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| I’ve been, I’ve been silent
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| I’ve been, I’ve been silent
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| I’ve been, I’ve been silent |