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I am my father's son |
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I've never known when to shut up |
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I ain't fooling no one |
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I am my father's son |
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We don't see eye to eye |
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And I'll be the first to admit I've never tried |
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It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime |
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We don't see eye to eye |
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I was a young man when |
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I first found my pleasure in the [Incomprehensible] |
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And I went down the same road as my old man |
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Yeah, I was younger then |
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Now it's 3 a.m. and I'm standing in the kitchen |
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Holding my last cigarette |
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Strike a match and I see my reflection in the mirror in the hall |
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And I say to myself |
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I've got my mama's eyes |
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Her long thin frame and her smile |
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And I still see wrong from right |
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'Cause I've got my mama's eyes |
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Yeah, I've got my mama's eyes |
