This Is A Photograph

This is a photograph, a window to the past
 Of your father on the front lawn, with no shirt on
 Ready to take the world on, beneath the West Texas sun
 The year that you were born, the year that you are now
 His wife behind the camera
 His daughter and his baby boy
 Got a glimmer in his eye, seems to say
 This is what I'll miss after I die
 And this is what I miss about being alive
 My body
 My girls
 My boy
 The sun
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 Now times the undefeated
 The heavyweight champ
 Laughing in his face, as he dance like Sugar Ray
 Used to be c'mon, c'mon
 But now no mas, no mas
 Used to be c'mon, c'mon
 But now no mas, no mas
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 And this is a photograph, a window of the past
 Of your mother in skirt, in the cool Kentucky dirt
 Laughing in the garden
 Back where it started
 With a smile on her face
 Everything in it's place
 Got a glimmer in her eyes, seem to say
 This is what I'll miss about being alive
 This is what I'll miss about being alive
 This is what I'll miss about being alive
 This is what I'll miss after I die
 This is what I'll miss about being alive
 This is what I'll miss about being alive
 This is what I'll miss about being alive
 This is what I'll miss after I die
 This is what I'll miss about being alive
 This is what I'll miss about being alive
 This is what I'll miss about being alive
 This is what I'll miss after I die
 This is a photograph, a window to the past
 Of me on front lawn
 Ready to take the world on
 Beneath the Tennessee sun
 Inside the kingdom
 Got a glimmer in my eye, seems to say