| When I go to see my son
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| I get there early Friday night
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| It’s after the winter sun goes down
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| His mother turns on the front porch light
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| She always meets me at the door
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| She knows she’s still the only one
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| But she’s a million miles away now
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| When I go to see my son
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| When I go to see my son
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| I look for hope where there is none
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| I see the past, I see the future
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| When I go to see my son
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| When I go to see my son
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| We might take in a hockey game
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| We tell ourselves we’re having fun
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| But in the end, it’s not the same
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| I hear him cry out in the night
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| I wonder what I might have done
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| And I don’t get to sleep for hours
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| When I go to see my son
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| When I go to see my son
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| I look for hope where there is none
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| I see the past, I see the future
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| When I go to see my son
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| I see he has his mother’s eyes
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| I hear her voice whenever he laughs
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| He has her perfect nose
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| The nose is plain to see
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| I see he has her perfect chin
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| He has his mother’s will to win
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| I see my son will never be
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| The least like me
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| When I bring my son back home
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| We never talk much in the car
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| And by the time I think of something
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| We turn the corner, there we are
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| His mother meets us at the door
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| She knows she’s still the only one
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| But I can see she’s gone forever
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| When I go to see my son
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| When I go to see my son
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| I look for hope where there is none
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| I see the past, I see the future
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| When I go to see my son
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| When I go to see my son
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| I look for hope and there is none
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| I see the past, I see the future
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| When I go to see my son |