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My father was a giant |
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In his arms |
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I could leave the earth behind |
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My mother held a voice |
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Of reassurance |
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That everything was fine |
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My memory's a vault |
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It plays against me |
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Selection is the game |
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It's been so long since |
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I remember days |
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When the sun would never fade |
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Even on cold days |
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My door's always open |
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Where grey is enough light |
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To colour my world |
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I've a memory |
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Of a little boy |
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Who you'd like to meet |
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He could do anything |
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I've been missing him |
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Hope he's been missing me |
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All these years |
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Someone caught my eye |
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And I noticed a face I recognize |
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So good to see you back |
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Let's hear your stories |
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I'd be glad to share you mine |
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Even on cold days |
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My door's always open |
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Where grey is enough light |
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To colour my world |
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I've a memory |
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Of a little boy |
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Who you'd like to meet |
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He could do anything |
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I've been missing him |
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Hope he's been missing me |
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All these years |
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[x2] |
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I must say how |
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It's so good to see you |
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Will you stay long |
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I could use a minute |
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[x2] |
