Lyrics Daughters - Neil Young
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                streets 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                streetcars 
                                                are 
                                                squeaking 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                morning
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                flags 
                                                that 
                                                are 
                                                raised 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                wave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                people 
                                                gathered 
                                                by 
                                                warnings
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                stand 
                                                on 
                                                he 
                                                corner 
                                                and 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                foreigner
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                far 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                sparkling 
                                                blue 
                                                waters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                fish 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                canvasses 
                                                play
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                waves 
                                                are 
                                                as 
                                                calm 
                                                as 
                                                my 
                                                father
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                daughters 
                                                are 
                                                dancing 
                                                all 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                house 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                housewares 
                                                are 
                                                thrown 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                window
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                soap 
                                                opera 
                                                dreams, 
                                                they 
                                                do 
                                                scream
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                people 
                                                inside 
                                                can't 
                                                decide 
                                                where 
                                                they 
                                                will 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                track, 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                wrong, 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                train, 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                long
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                far 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                sparkling 
                                                blue 
                                                waters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                fish 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                canvasses 
                                                play
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                waves 
                                                are 
                                                as 
                                                calm 
                                                as 
                                                my 
                                                father
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                daughters 
                                                are 
                                                dancing 
                                                all 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                diamonds 
                                                are 
                                                packed 
                                                back 
                                                behind 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                redwoods
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                Japanese 
                                                freighters 
                                                back 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                won't 
                                                cut 
                                                that 
                                                tree 
                                                'til 
                                                I'm 
                                                sure 
                                                that 
                                                it's 
                                                deadwood
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                leaf 
                                                is 
                                                fallen 
                                                and 
                                                summer 
                                                is 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                 
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