| Do we kill ourselves on purpose?
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| Is destruction all our own?
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| Are we dying for a reason?
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| Is our misery all our own?
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| Are the people suicidal?
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| Did we come this far to die?
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| Of ourselves are we to perish?
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| For this useless, worthless lie?
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| My father had a kingdom
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| My father wore a crown
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| They said he was an awful man
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| He tried to live it down
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| My father built us houses
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| And he kept his folks inside
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| His images were stolen
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| And his beauty was denied.
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| My brothers are unhappy
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| And my sisters they are too
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| And my mother cries for glory
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| And my father stands accused.
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| My father, yes my father
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| Was a brave and skillful man
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| And he led and served his people
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| With the magic of his hand.
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| My father, yes my father
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| His soul was sorely tried
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| 'cause his images were stolen
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| And his beauty was denied.
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| Sometimes the river’s calling
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| And sometimes the shadows fall
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| That’s when he’s like a mountain
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| That is in master over all.
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| This story of my father
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| Is the one i tell and give
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| It’s the power and the glory
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| Of the life i make and live
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| My father has a kingdom
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| My father wears a crown
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| And he lives within the people
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| And the lives he handed down
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| My father has a kingdom
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| My father wears a crown
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| And through the spirit of my mother, lord
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| The crown was handed down.
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| (musical interlude)
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| Well sometimes the rivers callin'
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| And sometimes the shadows fall
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| That’s when he’s like a mountain
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| That’s a master over all.
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| My father has a kingdom
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| My father wears a crown
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| And he lives within the people
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| And the lives he handed down
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| My father has a kingdom
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| My father wears a crown
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| Through the spirit of my mother, lord
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| The crown was handed down
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| Through the spirit of my mother
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| The crown was handed down
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| Through the spirit of my mother, lord
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| The crown was handed down! |