Every generation blames the one before
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And all of their frustrations come beatin' at your door
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I know that I'm a prisoner to all my father held so dear
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I know that I'm a hostage to all his hopes and fears
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I just wish I could've told him in the living years
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I wasn't there that morning when my father passed away
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I didn't get to tell him all the things I had to say
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I think I caught his spirit later that same year
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I'm sure I heard his echo in my baby's newborn tears
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I just wish I could've told him in the living years
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(Say it loud) Say it loud
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(Say it clear) Oh, say it clear
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(You can listen) as well as you hear
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(It's too late) It's too late
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(When we die) Oh, when we die
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(To admit) we don't see eye to eye
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So don't yield to the fortunes you sometimes see as fate
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It may have a new perspective on a different date
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And if you don't give up, you don't give in
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You may just be okay, yeah
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(Say it loud) Say it, say it, say it loud
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(Say it clear) Oh, say it clear
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(You can listen) as well as you hear
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(It's too late) 'Cause it's too late, it's too late
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(When we die) Oh, 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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The Living Years
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| Altiyan Childs |
