| Soon you’ll not remember anything
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| But then someday neither will I
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| Tomorrow though is nothing to fear
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| Because father it’s always today
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| Life won’t flash before your eyes
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| Instead we’ll fall away then melt like snow
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| The secret storms of your wild youth
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| Now just gentle breezes, warm and faint
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| Soon you’ll not remember anything
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| But then some day neither will I
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| Tomorrow though has nothing to fear
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| Because father it’s always today
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| I can’t ride on your coat tails again
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| Like I always did as a little boy
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| We are sand in all the old shores now
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| My whole hand hanging onto your thumb
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| There’s a place in the palace of you
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| We can always be standing like that
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| We could hide in there, just as we were then
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| Just my father and I am just your son
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| Your son
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| Your son
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| Your son |