| Breathe in the night that crushed a tired sunrise
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| Born again, the day brings young naivety
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| A laptop souvenir is worth the weight in silver and gold
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| And son, you’ll be home again and I’ll be whole again
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| Mend in my sleep, I’m boxing underwater
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| Waddle on the wake
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| Waking on a summer day
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| A summer day
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| And after all these years forget about all the troubled times
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| And after all these years forget about all the troubled times
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| And every father’s pain casts a shadow over a broken son
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| You’ll be whole again and I’ll be whole again
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| Munificent, artless and ascetic
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| Playing like a scared enthusiastic pawn
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| After all these years forget about all the troubled times
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| And after all these years forget about all the troubled times
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| The troubled times, all those years I was hurting to feel something more than
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| life
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| All those years
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| After all these years forget about all the troubled times
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| And after all these years forget about all the troubled times
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| And after all these years forget about all the troubled times
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| The troubled times, all those years I was hurting to feel something more than
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| life |