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When I look in the mirror I see my dad`s face

Where my face used to be

Then I realize that he was about my age

When he started his own family

Then my radicalism, all my college Marxism

Starts drifting on out to deep sea

When I look in the mirror and I see my dad`s face

Where my face used to be

When I was a kid I used to look at my dad

And I`d say, "This is who I am not."

He used Bryl-Creem, I used hair spray

He was fat, I was skinny

He drank beer, I smoked pot

But now my feet are disappearing beneath an ocean of beer

And not so mysteriously

When I look at my face I see in its place

My dad`s physiognomy

I used to look at my friends, they looked fifty years older

Some nights when I`d get too stoned

That`s when I believed time was a visible line

With its end and beginning both shown

Now I know that`s not true

But I`ve still got an idea pretty much of what I can expect

When I look in the mirror and I see my dad`s mug

Sitting there right on top of my neck

Well, my dad had it rough, he couldn`t keep his true love

He never reached his sought-after perfection

So as I headed down my own life`s road

I headed straight in the other direction

Now, when I turn around, he`s not so far away

And we`re on the same road, I can see

When I look in the mirror and I see my dad`s face

Where my face used to be

When I look in the mirror I see my dad`s face

Where my face used to be

Then I realize that he was about my age

When he started his own family

Then my radicalism, all my college Marxism

Starts drifting on out to deep sea

When I look in the mirror and I see my dad`s face

Where my face used to be

When I was a kid I used to look at my dad

And I`d say, "This is who I am not."

He used Bryl-Creem, I used hair spray

He was fat, I was skinny

He drank beer, I smoked pot

But now my feet are disappearing beneath an ocean of beer

And not so mysteriously

When I look at my face I see in its place

My dad`s physiognomy

I used to look at my friends, they looked fifty years older

Some nights when I`d get too stoned

That`s when I believed time was a visible line

With its end and beginning both shown

Now I know that`s not true

But I`ve still got an idea pretty much of what I can expect

When I look in the mirror and I see my dad`s mug

Sitting there right on top of my neck

Well, my dad had it rough, he couldn`t keep his true love

He never reached his sought-after perfection

So as I headed down my own life`s road

I headed straight in the other direction

Now, when I turn around, he`s not so far away

And we`re on the same road, I can see

When I look in the mirror and I see my dad`s face

Where my face used to be

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