Don't know much about you
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Don't know who you are
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We've been doing fine without you
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But, we could only go so far
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Don't know why you chose us
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Were you watching from above
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Is there someone there that knows us
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Said we'd give you all our love
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Will you laugh just like your mother
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Will you sigh like your old man
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Will some things skip a generation
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Like I've heard they often can
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Are you a poet or a dancer
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A devil or a clown
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Or a strange new combination of
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The things we've handed down
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I wonder who you'll look like
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Will your hair fall down and curl
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Will you be a mama's boy
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Or daddy's little girl
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Will you be a sad reminder
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Of what's been lost along the way
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Maybe you can help me find her
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In the things you do and say
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And these things that we have given you
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They are not so easily found
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But you can thank us later
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For the things we've handed down
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You may not always be so grateful
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For the way that you were made
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Some feature of your father's
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That you'd gladly sell or trade
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And one day you may look at us
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And say that you were cursed
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But over time that line has been
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Extremely well rehearsed
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By our fathers, and their fathers
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In some old and distant town
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From places no one here remembers
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Come the things we've handed down
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The Things We've Handed Down
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Marc Cohn |