(Eric Clapton)
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Sailing down behind the sun,
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Waiting for my prince to come.
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Praying for the healing rain
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To restore my soul again.
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Just a toerag on the run.
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How did I get here?
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What have I done?
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When will all my hopes arise?
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How will I know him?
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When I look in my father's eyes.
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My father's eyes.
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When I look in my father's eyes.
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My father's eyes.
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Then the light begins to shine
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And I hear those ancient lullabies.
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And as I watch this seedling grow,
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Feel my heart start to overflow.
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Where do I find the words to say?
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How do I teach him?
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What do we play?
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Bit by bit, I've realized
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That's when I need them,
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That's when I need my father's eyes.
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My father's eyes.
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That's when I need my father's eyes.
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My father's eyes.
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Then the jagged edge appears
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Through the distant clouds of tears.
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I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
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My foundations were made of clay.
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As my soul slides down to die.
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How could I lose him?
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What did I try?
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Bit by bit, I've realized
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That he was here with me;
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I looked into my father's eyes.
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My father's eyes.
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I looked into my father's eyes.
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My father's eyes.
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My father's eyes.
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My father's eyes.
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I looked into my father's eyes.
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My father's eyes.
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My Father's Eyes
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| Eric Clapton |
