Dad says it's striking
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How I look like you
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And how we share the same eyes
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Yes, he swears I'm just a smaller form of you
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But brittle bones and a wisp of white hair
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Are all I see in that old rocking chair
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Tell me, how long have you been around?
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And how long ?il you're underground?
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Tell me, how can a son be a father,
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A mother a daughter,
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And I be a man someday?
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Well, I wonder
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Yes I do, I really wonder
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Could I belong to someone so old, who
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Can only speak in whispers
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And who cannot hear a single word I say
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You're a man with a quivering hand
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How we're connected I just can't understand
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(Chorus)
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But when I think of how you smile
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And the way you look at me
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It isn't hard to recognize
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That you belong to me, that you're a part of me
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Tell me, how can a son be a father,
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A mother a daughter,
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And I be a man someday?
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Well, I wonder
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Yes I do, I really wonder
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I Wonder
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| Tal Bachman |
