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Now men with purple hearts, carry silver guns.
And they will kill a man for what his father has done.
But what my father did,
You know it don't mean shit.
I'm not him.
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home-
A longing that I've never known.
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown.
The fame and praise come year after year...
Does nothing for these empty tears.
Something's here I'm not quite getting.
Though I try, I keep forgetting,
Like a memory long since past:
Here in an instant, gone in a flash.
Or perhaps it's really not as deep
As I've been led to think .
Am I trying much too hard?
Of course! I've been too close to see
The answer's right in front of me.
Right in front of me...