Look look what you've done
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Not to become your father's son
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Before that day, day, day is done
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You'll get your day, day, day in the sun
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In this time we've got here
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Between heaven and hell
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You'd prefer a motor craft
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But your prepared to set sail
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The city wants details
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The state wants you nailed
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The people got they laws
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But the lord's got the calls
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Since there's cash in the lots
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You did what they said you could not
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write that song like its all that you got
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Look look what you've done
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not to become your father's son
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Before that day, day, day is done
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You'll get your day, day, day in the sun
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Do you mind livin' day to day?
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you mind livin' day to day
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You was found now you're lost
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you've got to make up what you cost
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That boulder on your shoulder
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is that bear that you cross
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That stare that you plot
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That will that you got
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Could never have been bought
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In China or New York
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Look look what you've done
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Not to become your father's son
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Before that day, day, day is done
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You'll get your day, day. day in the sun
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Do you mind livin' day to day?
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you mind livin' day to day
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A Father's Son
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Citizen Cope |