You who are on the road
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Must have a code that you can live by
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And so become yourself
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Because the past is just a good-bye
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Teach your children well
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Their father's hell
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Will slowly go by
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And feed them on your dreams
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The one they pick
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The one you'll know by.
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Don't you ever ask them why
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If they told you, you would cry
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So just look at them and sigh
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And know they love you
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And know they love you.
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And you, of tender years
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don't know the fears
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That your elders grew by
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so please help them with your youth
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They seek the truth
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Before they can die.
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(Can you hear and do you care
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And can't you see we must be free
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To teach our children what you believe in
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Make a world that we can believe in.)
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Teach your parents well
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Their children's hell
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Will slowly go by
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and feed them on your dreams
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The one they pick
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The one you'll know by.
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Don't you ever ask them why
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If they told you, you would cry
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So just look at them and sigh
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And know they love you
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And know thay love you
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And know thay love you.
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Teach Your Children
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| Hanson |
