That crushed a tired sunrise
Born again the day
Brings young naivety
A laptop souvenir is worth its weight
In silver a golden son
You'll be home again
And I'll be home again
Mend in my sleep
I'm boxing under water
Waddle on the wake
Waking on a summer day
After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
Munificent, artless and ascetic
Playing like a scared
Enthusiastic pawn
And every father's pain
Casts a shadow over a broken son
You'll be whole again
And I'll be whole again
All those years
I was hurting to feel
Something more than life
All those years
After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
Forget about all the troubled times
After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
Forget about all the troubled times
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