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The Bitterness That Lasts |
I know that I'm a prisoner To all my Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye. |