When I was a young boy I had no aim,
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Neither experience - it wasn't a shame.
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Most of the time it satisfied me,
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But some day I realized - music is like a rising sun.
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Times are now changing and memory fades,
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I gaze at the photos, a look in the haze.
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You cannot imagine how many friends I've lost,
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It's much too late for calling them back.
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Music is like sunrise for me,
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It's joyful like a trip in a time machine.
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Music is like sunrise for me - it's like coming home.
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I was always insecure, sometimes I still am,
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But I made up my mind now - and look here I stand.
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I ask myself sometimes: "Is it all worth it ?"
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To fly over mountains - makes you fall down again
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But music is like sunrise for me,
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It's joyful like a trip in a time machine.
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Music is like sunrise for me - it's like coming home.
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Music is like sunrise for me,
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It's joyful like a trip in a time machine.
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Music is like sunrise for me - it's like coming home.
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Music
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Michael Kiske |