| Hot as golden sand in fields
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| We whiled away the hours
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| I’m thinking of the days we had
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| Enormous super powers
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| Yes I’m sleeping, my mind’s on the blink
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| I thought a page, like it’s written in ink
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| When I remember distant days
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| I remember many things, but
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| Most of all, I remember the sun
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| Squinting at the sun through eyes
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| Screwed up by a fireball
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| Tarmac on the road is soft
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| Chaff burns in a smokewall
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| Yes, I weeping, a teardrop attack
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| I give emotion at the drop of a hat
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| When I remember days at school
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| I remember many things, but
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| Most of all, I remember the sun
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| Sun that worked on overtime
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| Fuelled our bodies, kindled fire in our minds
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| Burning scars soon disappear
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| Like heat that hangs like water on the road
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| But most of all, I remember the sun. |