| My father had so much to tell me
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| Things he said I had to know
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| Don’t make my mistakes
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| There are rules you can’t break
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| But I had to find out on my own
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| Now when I look at my own son
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| I know what my father went through
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| There’s only so much you can do
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| You’re proud when they walk
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| Scared when they run
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| That’s how it always has been
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| Between fathers and sons
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| It’s a bridge you can’t cross
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| It’s a cross you can’t bear
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| It’s the words you can’t say
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| The things you can’t change
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| No matter how much you care
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| So you do all you can
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| But then you got to let go
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| You’re just part of the flow
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| Of the river that runs
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| Between fathers and sons
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| Your mother will try to protect you
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| Hold you as long as she can
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| But the higher you climb
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| The more you can see
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| That’s something I understand
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| One day you’ll look at your own son
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| There’ll be so much that you want to say
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| He’ll have to find his own way
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| On the road he must take
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| The course he must run
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| That’s how it always has been
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| Between fathers and sons
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| So you do all you can
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| But then you gotta let go
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| You’re just part of the flow
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| Of the river that runs
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| Between fathers and sons |