| I've got a picture of you |
| Taken long ago |
| On a summer's night, in 1984 |
| It's the night I was born |
| There I am, so small, in your arms |
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| In 1984 |
| I wish, that I remember, how it felt that night in your arms |
| I wish, that I could get back there |
| When we both had the chance, to get it right |
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| In 1984 |
| Olympics on the TV, in the quiet hospital ward |
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| The Berlin Wall still stood, it was yet to fall |
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| All these memories of you, I keep them too close |
| They're fading every day |
| Like photos in the sun |
| Those days I was young |
| Nothing else but your son |
| The apple of your eye |
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| In 1984 |
| I wish, that I remember, how it felt that night in your arms |
| I wish, that I could get back there |
| When we both had the chance, to get it right |
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| The love we shared |
| Did we lose it somewhere on our way? |
| The futility of our regret, is such a heavy weight |
| The anger that burns in me, I can't sustain |
| And I'm so scared that I'm |
| And I'm so scared that I'm |
| Too late |
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| Olympics on the TV (too late) |
| In the quiet hospital ward |
| In 1984 |
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| I've got a picture of you |
| Hanging on my wall |
| It haunts me sometimes |
| Then I forget again |
| I know one day |
| I'll become that picture |
| And I hope I do better |
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