SHADOW OF OUR FATHERS

In the shadow of our fathers
We learn to be so cold,
Never looking forward
Down that winding mangled road.

Can't stop,
Can't stop,
I've got too much on my mind.
My thoughts,
My thoughts,
Are never one of a kind.

In the shadow of our mothers
We learn to be so bold.
Can't see boarders,
Can't see order.
Nothing born that can't be sold.

Can't stop,
Can't stop,
I've got too much on my mind.
My thoughts,
My thoughts,
Are never one of a kind.

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