| It’s raining tonight
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| And the smell of the breeze through my window
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| Oh it reminds me of when I was a child, oh
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| Am I lying just awake
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| I close my eyes, it’s like I’m almost there
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| Things felt like magic then
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| And I think (and I think)
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| And I think to myself
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| If I knew my father then I would ask
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| If it felt like this at twenty three
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| Everyday it seems more like all magic’s behind me
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| If I knew my father then I would ask
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| If it felt like this at twenty three
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| It was simple back then
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| Looking out of this same window
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| Oh, back when I was a child
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| Before my friends past away
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| Before my trust had to be earned
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| And that first drink that lasted ten years
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| And I think (and I think)
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| And I think to myself
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| If I knew my father then I would ask
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| If it felt like this at twenty three
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| Everyday it seems more like all magic’s behind me
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| If I knew my father then I would ask
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| If it felt like this at twenty three
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| Summer days lying in the grass
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| The world seemed bigger then
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| I can never find a word for that feeling until she told me her name
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| It’s what perfect means to me
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| She smiled at me last night
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| Rubbing her finger in the palm of her hand
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| That’s when I knew that I was dreaming
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| I can’t dream anymore
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| If I knew my father then I would ask
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| If it felt like this at twenty three
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| Everyday it seems more like all magic’s behind me
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| If I knew my father then I would ask
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| If it felt like this at twenty three
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| Like twenty three
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| If I knew my father then I would ask
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| If it felt like this at twenty three
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| Everyday is seems more like all magic’s behind me
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| If I knew my father then I would ask
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| If it felt like this at twenty three
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| Hey eh eh… |