You, who are on the road, must have a code, that you can live by.
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And so, become yourself, because the past, is just a good bye.
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Teach, your children well, their father's hell, did slowly go by,
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And feed, them on your dreams, the one they picked, the one you're known by.
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Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you you would cry,
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So just look at them and sigh, and know they love you.
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And you, of the tender years, can't know the fears, that your elders grew by.
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And so please help, them with your years, they seek the truth before they can die.
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Teach, your parents well, their children's hell, will slowly go by.
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And feed, them on your dreams, the one they picked, the one you're known by.
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Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you you would cry,
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So just look at them and sigh, and know they love you.
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Teach Your Children
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| Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young |
