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You who are on the road,Must have a code,That you can live by,And so become yourself,Because the pastIs just a good-bye.Teach your children well,Their father's hellDid slowly go by,And feed them on your dreams,The one they pick,Is the one you'll know by.Don't you ever ask them whyIf they told you you would cry,So just look at them and sigh,And know they love you.And you of tender years,Can't know the fears,That you elders grew by,And so pleaseHelp them with your youth,They seek the truth,Before they can die.SongtexteTeach your parents well,Their children's hell,Will slowly go byAnd feed them on your dreamsThe one they pick,Is the one you'll know by.Don't you ever ask them whyIf they told you you would cry,So just look at them and sigh,Don't you ever ask them whyIf they told you you would cry,So just look at them and sigh,And know they love you. Aus Songtexte Mania