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For The Day – Postscript lyrics
I've spent half my life not listening to you
Tried everything not to please you at all.
But today I know you still loved me.
Seems we're better friends since you're gone.
I watch myself fooling around,
Breaking promises and hearts,
Days of joy and nights of sorrow -
(Tell me) what would you say now?
Would you like my girlfriend?
Would you come to our shows?
Would you be proud of your son?
I remember the time your face got earnest:
"I'm older now than my father got."
I still wonder if I'll ever have to see the day
That I'm the one to say that to a child of mine.
Will we ever meet again
And will we be friends then?
So many times I didn't talk to you,
So many things I'd like to tell you now.
Would you...
I don't know if you can hear me -
This song is for no one but you.
Would you like my girlfriend?
Would you come to our shows?
Would you be proud of your son?
Would I even care?
Tried everything not to please you at all.
But today I know you still loved me.
Seems we're better friends since you're gone.
I watch myself fooling around,
Breaking promises and hearts,
Days of joy and nights of sorrow -
(Tell me) what would you say now?
Would you like my girlfriend?
Would you come to our shows?
Would you be proud of your son?
I remember the time your face got earnest:
"I'm older now than my father got."
I still wonder if I'll ever have to see the day
That I'm the one to say that to a child of mine.
Will we ever meet again
And will we be friends then?
So many times I didn't talk to you,
So many things I'd like to tell you now.
Would you...
I don't know if you can hear me -
This song is for no one but you.
Would you like my girlfriend?
Would you come to our shows?
Would you be proud of your son?
Would I even care?
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