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I am my father's sonI've never known when to shut upI ain't foolin' no oneI am my father's sonWe don't see eye to eyeI'll be the first to admit I've never triedAnd sure it hurts but it should hurt sometimesWe don't see eye to eyeI was a young man whenI first found the pleasure and the feel of a sinAnd I went down the same road as my old manBut I was younger thenNow it's 3 am and I'm standing in the kitchenHolding my last cigaretteI strike a match and I see my reflection in the mirror in the hallAnd I say to myself:I've got my mama's eyesHer long thin frame and her smileAnd I still see wrong from rightCause I've got my mama's eyesYeah I've got my mama's eyes From Letras Mania