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dad no. 1
my dad's hands were calloused
from working dawn 'til dusk
fixing old cars
building a blue collar college trust
empty pockets
dreams on hold
wallet full of dust
silver's worth less than gold
and both
are worth more than rust
from working dawn 'til dusk
fixing old cars
building a blue collar college trust
empty pockets
dreams on hold
wallet full of dust
silver's worth less than gold
and both
are worth more than rust
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