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DYou who are on the Groad Must have a cDode that you can livAe by And sDo become yourGself Because the pDast is just a gAood-bye.
Teach your children well Their father's hell Will slowly go by And feet them on your dreams The one they picks The one you'll know by.
DDon't you ever ask them Gwhy It they told you, you will cDry So just look at them and sGighA And know they lDove you.
And you, of the tender years Can't know the fears That your cloars grew by And so please help them with youryouth They seek the truth Before they can die Teach your parents well Their children's hell Will slowly go by And feet them on your dreams The one they picks the one you'll know by.