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 I don't know much about you, I don't know who you are

 And we'd been doing fine without you but we could only go so far

 I don't know why you chose us, were you watching from above

 Is there someone there that knows us said we'd give you all our love

 I wonder who you'll look like will your hair fall down and curl

 Will you be a momma's boy or daddy's little girl

 Will you be a sad reminder of what's been lost along the way

 Maybe you can help me find her in the things you do and say

 Will you laugh just like your mother will you sigh like your old man

 Will some things skip a generation like I've heard they often can

 Are you a poet or a dancer, a devil or a clown

 Or a strange new combination of the things we've handed down

 You may not always be so grateful for the way that you were made

 Maybe some feature of your father's that you'd gladly sell or trade

 And one day you may look at us and say that you were cursed

 But over time that line has been extremely well rehearsed

 By our fathers and their fathers in some old and distant town

 >From places no one here remembers come the things we've handed down