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When I was a young boy

I had no aim

Neither experience

It wasn’t a shame

Most of the time

It satisfied me

But one day I realized

Music is like a rising sun!

Time are now changing

And memory fades

I gaze at the photos

A look in the haze

You cannot imagine

How many friends I’ve lost

It’s much too late

For calling them back!

Music is like a sunrise for me

It’s joyful like a trip in a time machine

Music is like a sunrise for me

It’s like coming home

I was always insecure

Sometimes I still am

But I made up my mind now

And look here I stand

I ask myself sometimes:

Is it all worth it?

To fly over mountains

Makes you fall down again!

But music is like a sunrise for me

It’s joyful like a trip in a time machine

Music is like a sunrise for me

It’s like coming home, oh yeah...

Music is like a sunrise for me

It’s joyful like a trip in a time machine

Music is like a sunrise for me

It’s like coming home

Like coming home...