In our two chairs, you sit beside me,
I see your hair's turned gray, my son;
It's only fair that you be set free
And know the real me, before I'm done.

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In my old age, the past is long gone;
My youthful wrongs I still see right there;
I turned the page before your life dawned;
But there's a sad song that I must share.

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Son, I wasn't smart; a hardened heart
Led to a dark night;
My flight with wicked men;
I sinned again and again..
And then...

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Then, when on the brink I could no longer drink
Their bitter gall and play;
You were on the way;
I had to break free
And change me.

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So I confess to this early weakness;
Please don't' think less of me, my son;
Hold me, love me!
Hold me, love me!
 

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