| You have a family now
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| Of happy and grown
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| Smiling in unison in every photo
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| A loving wife and a very clean home
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| Every creature comfort that’s every been known
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| And a son who’s a DJ
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| The same age as when we played
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| In a fleeting but brilliant self pop band
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| We played once a week
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| At a local band stand
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| Surrounded by mates
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| On a couple of crates
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| They said we were gifted
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| Maybe the next you’re mix
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| And everything I did
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| Was because I loved you
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| And the songs I sang then
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| Were in tribute to you
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| And mass of emotions
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| My whole teen years grew
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| Every yearning hidden in case I lost you
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| These pictures have awoken
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| Long lost feelings so broken
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| Can’t get a grip I can’t handle
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| These photos of Daniel
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| These pictures have awoken
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| Long lost feelings so broken
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| Can’t get a grip I can’t handle
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| These photos of Daniel |