You try your hardest to leave the past alone.
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This crooked posture is all you¡¯ve ever known.
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It is the consequence of living in between
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The weight of family and the pull of gravity.
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You are so much more than your father¡¯s son.
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You are so much more than what I¡¯ve become.
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Long before you were born there was light
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Hidden deep in these young, unfamiliar eyes.
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A million choices, though little on their own,
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Become the heirloom of the heaviness you¡¯ve known.
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You are so much more than your father¡¯s son.
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You are so much more than what I¡¯ve become,
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What I¡¯ve become,
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What I¡¯ve become.
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You pressed rewind
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For the thousandth time
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When the tapes wore through.
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So you memorized
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Those unscripted lines,
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Desperate for some kind of clue:
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When the scale tipped,
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When you inherited
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A fight that you were born to lose.
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It¡¯s not your fault,
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No, it¡¯s not your fault,
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I put this heavy heart in you.
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I put this heavy heart in you.
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You remind me of who I could have been,
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Had I been stronger and braver way back then.
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A million choices, though little on their own,
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Became the heirloom of the heaviness we¡¯ve known.
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You are so much more than your father¡¯s son.
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You are so much more than the wars you¡¯ve won.
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You are so much more than your father¡¯s son.
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You are so much more than what I¡¯ve become.
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Heirloom
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| Sleeping At Last |
