Every generation, blames the one before
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And all of their frustrations, come beating on 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 have told him in the living years
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Crumpled bits of paper
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Filled with imperfect thoughts
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Stilted conversations, I'm afraid that's all we've got
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You say you just don't see it, he says its perfect sense
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You just can't get agreement, in this present tense
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We all talk a different language, talking in defense
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So say it loud
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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 (when we die)
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To admit we don't see eye to eye
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So we open up the 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 on a different day
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And if you don't give up, and don't give in, you may just be OK
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So say it say it say it loud
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Say it clear
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You can listen as well as you hear
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a€?Cos it's too late (it's too late)
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When we die (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, 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 have told him in the living years
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So say it say it say it loud
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Say it clear
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You can listen as well as you hear
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a€?Cos it's too late (it's too late)
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When we die (when we die)
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To admit we don't see eye to eye
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Yes it's too late (it's too late)
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When we die (when we die)
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To admit we don't see eye to eye
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Every generationa€|
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The Living Years
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| Chris De Burgh |
