Every generation
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Blames the one before
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And all of their frustrations
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Come beating on your door
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I know that I'm a prisoner
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To all my Father held so dear
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I know that I'm a hostage
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To all his hopes and fears
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I just wish I could have told him in the living years
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Crumpled bits of paper
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Filled with imperfect thought
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Stilted conversations
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I'm afraid that's all we've got
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You say you just don't see it
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He says it's perfect sense
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You just can't get agreement
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In this present tense
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We all talk a different language
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Talking in defence
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Say it loud, say it clear
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You can listen as well as you hear
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It's too late when we die
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To admit we don't see eye to eye
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So we open up a quarrel
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Between the present and the past
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We only sacrifice the future
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It's the bitterness that lasts
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So Don't yield to the fortunes
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You sometimes see as fate
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It may have a new perspective
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On a different day
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And if you don't give up, and don't give in
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You may just be OK.
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Say it loud, say it clear
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You can listen as well as you hear
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It's too late when we die
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To admit we don't see eye to eye
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I wasn't there that morning
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When my Father passed away
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I didn't get to tell him
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All the things I had to say
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I think I caught his spirit
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Later that same year
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I'm sure I heard his echo
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In my baby's new born tears
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I just wish I could have told him in the living years
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Say it loud, say it clear
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You can listen as well as you hear
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It's too late when we die
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To admit we don't see eye to eye
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The Living Years
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| Mike & The Mechanics |
