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
Linda Gardens - Finally Lyrics
Linda Gardens - Finally Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Lindsay Gordon
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