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The Living Years
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Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door
I know that Iīm a prisoner To all my Father held so dear I know that Iīm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thought Stilted conversations Iīm afraid thatīs all weīve got
You say you just donīt see it He says itīs perfect sense
You just canīt get agreement In this present tense We all talk a different language Talking in defence
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Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear Itīs too late when we die
To admit we donīt see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future Itīs the bitterness that lasts
So donīt yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different day
And if you donīt give up, and donīt give in You may just be O.K.
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear Itīs too late when we die To admit we donīt see eye to eye
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