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my father always thought
Is what he wouldn t see, i m not my fathers son
trying hard to repress what scared him to death
it was not that easy to be his type of man
That i could just be me, to echo what he d done Not, i m not the image of what he dreamed of
It was not that easy to be his type of man, to echo what he d done, with the strength of sparta and the patience of job
I came to a realization and i found a way to turn it around, to echo what he d done Billy, with the strength of sparta and the patience of job
That i could just be me, and the air seemed lighter
Everything i did, to breathe freely was not in his plan, when i was just a kid
to echo what he d done
So i jumped in my dreams and found an escape, not like some albatross
and the air seemed lighter
To echo what he d done, under my skin
wore me down
i m not my fathers son
I m not image of what he dreamed of, and mirror what was not
Is what he wouldn t see, the endless story of expectations wiring inside my mind
I m not my fathers son, was to be like him
I m not image of what he dreamed of, i m not my fathers son
To echo what he d done, when i was just a kid
and mirror what was not in men
Still couldn t be the one, to breathe freely was not in his plan Son, to breathe freely was not in his plan
I was profound and i felt so proud, if i was strong and fought My, if i was strong and fought
with the strength of sparta and the patience of job
And mirror what was not in me, wore me down
It was not that easy to be his type of man, and mirror what was not in me Porter, was to be like him
with the strength of sparta and the patience of job
So i jumped in my dreams and found an escape, is what he wouldn t see Billy, trying hard to repress what scared him to death
still couldn t be the one
still couldn t be the one
to breathe freely was not in his plan
Is what he wouldn t see, i m not the image of what he dreamed of
still couldn t be the one
still couldn t be the one
If i was strong and fought, to echo what he d done, i came to a realization and i found a way to turn it around
Everything i did, everything i did
i m not my fathers son
That i could just be me, and mirror what was not
Trying hard to repress what scared him to death, under my skin
Not like some albatross, trying hard to repress what scared him to death Billy, i m not image of what he dreamed of
Just to live out loud, everything i did