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As I grew up I always looked up, And I always looked up to my Daddy, I looked up to his powerful frame, I looked up at what he did, And I tried to do the same. As I sat up I always looked up, And I always looked up to his voice, I looked up to his word game, I looked up to his tongues rhythm, And I tried to do the same. As I stood up I looked down, And I looked down at my Daddy, I looked down at his cold frame, I looked down at his still tongue, And I try not to do the same.
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