neration
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that Im a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that Im a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Oh, crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
Im afraid thats all weve got
You say you just dont see it
He says its perfect sense
You just cant get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence
Say it loud (say it loud), say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
Its too late (its too late) when we die (oh when we die)
To admit we dont see eye to eye
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