I walked the steps of my father today
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Worked till I froze and my face turned grey
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And all of my fingers calloused and worn to the bone
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And I felt like a child in a world full of men
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Trying to capture that something again
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Strong as an ox but slowly turning to stone
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Walking away from this room dark and grey
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Smoke hangs in clouds and the old echo plays
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And the music is soft
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And the voice it is hushed
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And the boy he has loved
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And the man he has lost
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And I walk out in the rain
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All over again
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I felt the touch of my mother today
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Gently pushing me forward again
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Closing my eyes but still feeling the way
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And I'm clutching at fingers through crumples & creases
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I came to my senses it cut me to pieces
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'Cause I needed more but I was pulling away
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Walking alone with these legs made of stone
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I'm almost dry and I'm almost home
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Where the photographs smile
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And I'm still someone's child
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And my place it is set
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So I'll stay for a while
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Till I walk out in the rain
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Like water would stain
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And I'm born all over again
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Walk In The Rain
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Passenger (British Band) |