Breathe in the night That crushed a tired sunrise Born again the day Brings young naivety
A laptop souvenir is worth its weight in silver and gold And 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, A summer day
After all these years Forget about the troubled times And after all these years Forget about the troubled times
And every father's pain Casts a shadow over a broken son, You'll be whole again And I'll be whole again
Munificent, artless and ascetic Playing like a scared Enthusiastic pawn
After all these years Forget about the troubled times And after all these years Forget about the troubled times All those years I was hurting to feel Something more than life
After all these years Forget about the troubled times And after all these years Forget about the troubled times All those years I was hurting to feel Something more than life
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