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If they'd let my handsI could set the sun
Just like a brand new god
I've got my dad's old tools
My hand's fit dad's old tools

They're brand name safe Wish he would make it wine
Or even walk on it
The score is scribbled on the inside
I'll give dad one last chance
To earn his household name

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