Linda Gardens - Finally

I am my father, I am my own
I am my mother when I am grown
We pass the daylight holding hands
And fading in and out our plans

Who do you think, think you are
How do you think you got this far
Come to the front, display your scars
How do you think you got this far

I am a brother, I am a knife
I am the dark inside the light
I am a sister, I won't pretend
We're holding places until the end

Who do you think, think you are
How do you think you got this far
Come to the front, display your scars
How do you think you got this far

Who do you think, think you are
How do you think you got this far
Come to the front, display your scars
How do you think you got this far

Written by:
Lindsay Gordon

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