Aqura

I'm the spittin' image of my father
But we never saw things eye to eye
He chose the soldier's road to heaven
I played Waylon and got high

Daddy was a hero
He laid it on the line
He always thought that I
Would come around with time
He deserved a better boy than I could ever be
Lord forgive this soldier's son
Cause the fallen one...is me..

I spent my childhood findin' trouble
He'd bail me out and drag me home
When he gave his life in battle
He came home...alone

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My rear view wears a beat up pair a' dog tags
And a picture from the paper framed in black
In..stead of fightin'...everything he stood for
I only wish I coulda had his back...

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I'm the spittin' image of my father
But we never saw things eye to eye