| Fathers hands were lined with dirt
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| From long days in the field
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| And mothers hands are serving meals
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| In a cafe on Main Street
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| With mouths to feed
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| Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
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| And all I hear about is
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| How it’s so bad, it’s so bad
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| It’s too bad, it’s too bad
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| Too late, so wrong, so long
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| It’s too bad that we had no time to rewind
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| Let’s walk, let’s talk
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| Let’s talk
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| You left without saying goodbye
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| Although I’m sure you tried
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| You call and ask from time to time
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| To make sure we’re alive
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| But you weren’t there
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| Right when I’m needing you the most
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| And now I dream about it
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| How it’s so bad, it’s so bad
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| It’s too bad, it’s too bad
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| Too late, so wrong, so long
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| It’s too bad that we had no time to rewind
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| Let’s walk, let’s talk
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| Let’s talk
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| Father’s hands are lined with guilt
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| For tearing us apart
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| Guess it turned out in the end
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| Just look at where we are
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| Made it out, still got clothing on our backs
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| And now I scream about it
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| How it’s so bad, it’s so bad
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| It’s too bad, it’s too bad
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| Too late, so wrong, so long
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| It’s too bad that we had no time to rewind
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| Let’s walk, let’s talk
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| Let’s talk
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| It’s too bad, it’s too bad
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| Too late, so wrong, so long
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| It’s too bad that we had no time to rewind
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| Let’s walk, let’s talk
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| Let’s talk
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| No time, last one, let’s go |