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Father,It's a love of sortsI cannot forget, but maybe I can forgiveFather,I cannot put things rightWith a green mini made of flowersFather,I dreamed you were Captain HookI was afraid of the rifle you kept by the bedFather,I must confessI could count on a millipede's legs the times I wished you deadFather, if I was a man in your circumstanceWould I have married her at all?Father, Give it all up just to play the guitarCould I have been the son you wanted?If you had held on to a hand you weren't ready to playFather, I wanted to punish youBecause you hurt other people to let out the painFather, I had to protect myselfI dealt with you yesterday at work in a more constructive wayFather, I'm glad that you got my Christmas cardSongtexteThanks for the letter that you sentFather, I'm sorry that I was too lateYou could have been the Dad we both wantedIf I had put down a hand I wasn't ready to playAnd in the end, hugging a treeJust like James's prophecyYou put your foot down with a full tank of CiderAnd an exhaust pipe strawFather, if I was a man in your circumstanceWould I have married her at all?Father, Give it all up just to play the guitarCould I have been the son you wanted?If you had held on to a hand you weren't ready to playFather, I'll do what you wish you'd done back thenThen nothing was wasted at allFather, Let's play Green Onions and I'll sing you a songThanks for the apology in my bank accountWe'll see if we can work something outFather, I can smell the skyAnd the world seems a little younger today Aus Songtexte Mania