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Used to sit by the Art Institute Watch people passing swiftly by Across from Symphony Center Where old grey music waves good-bye I would sit on the old grey slabs Taking life by the hour I was a Monet water color or perhaps a Van Gogh sun flower just a reflection of myself I hum- In all the things I've done After all I'm just my mother's son in all the things I've done After all I'm just my father's son Used to lie on my back in the living room pretend the ceiling was the floor Under the little grandfather clock Growing restless more and more Used to try to act real wild Wore it like a badge of honor I was a spread out sunday paper Just a section in the times Just a reflection of myself I chime In all the things I've done After all I'm just my mother's son In all the things I've done SongtexteAfter all I'm just my father's son It's unfair to ask a child to shoulder the responsibility How is it after a while we all feel the loss of stability I'm sorry that I'm just not sure of anything anymore we were all great works of art or perhaps just paint on the wall just a reflection of ourselves I stall Aus Songtexte Mania