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Sons & Daughters
Lyrics & music by Rick Springfield and Matt Bissonette
You've barely begun to find the man you're meant to be Young face in the sun, don't bury and run away from Guenevere's castle
Raise up your glasses, salute the masses, I'm king of this hill, where no one sat still Hold up your matches, ashes to ashes and know that you will be free
Girl, you are someone though shell shocked and stunned who gets back on the horse and rides With yesterday gone, today you are back in the saddle far from Lancelot's shadow
Blaze on with passion, clean up your scratches and conquer that hill and never sit still Life isn't tragic, sometimes it's magic so know that you will be free
Take to heart a lesson learned for your sons and daughters
Break away from what you've heard, for your sons and daughters Cool it down and don't get burned, love your sons and daughters
Raise up your glasses, salute the masses, I'm king of this hill, where no one sat still Hold up your matches, ashes to ashes and know that you will be free
Blaze on with passion, clean up your scratches and conquer that hill and never sit still Life isn't tragic, sometimes it's magic so know that you will be free
Take to heart a lesson learned for your sons and daughters Break away from what you've heard for your sons and daughters Cool it down and don't get burned, love your sons and daughters
Ho, Ho, hoo, hooo
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According to US
Actual lyrics may vary from our interpretation.
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