| My father was a giant
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| In his arms, I could leave the earth behind
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| My mother held a voice of reassurance
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| That everything was fine
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| My memory’s a vault, it plays against me
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| Selection is the game
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| It’s been so long since I remember days
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| When the sun would never fade
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| Even on cold days
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| My door’s always open
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| Where grey is enough light
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| To colour my world
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| I’ve a memory
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| Of a little boy
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| Who you’d like to meet
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| He could do anything
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| I’ve been missing him
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| Hope he’s been missing me all these years
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| Someone caught my eye
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| And I noticed a face I recognize
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| So good to see you back
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| Let’s hear your stories
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| I’d be glad to share you mine
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| I must say how
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| It’s so good to see you
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| Will you stay long
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| I could use a minute |