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 You walk the broken stones still warm, the sunlight calculates its formSome quick shadow newly worn, the idea spinning in your arms
 Could it be we've won?
 At the various routes of promise have converged
 The troubadour is here, you heard, the youngest son, alive with firsts
 About to learn, about to burst, but still turning from the worst
 From the fight and the flight that was too late one night
 That stopped me at the door, that stopped me at the door
 Too late to be what you were just before
 It stopped me at the door, stopped me at the door
 Oh, you couldn't know unless you'd been there before
 The child king recklessness it fades, floored like all the service trays
 The nurses take them all away, you're all done counting what you've made
 It is enough and nothing, paid
 A kiss is blown, a kiss to cry for till one day it makes you smile
 It will take time, a long, long while, the country's in its dream of gold
 You're flashing young and old
 You're going right to your flight, it's leaving tonight
 It stopped me at the door, it stopped me at the door
 Oh, you couldn't know unless you've been there before
 It stopped me at the door, stopped me at the door
 Too late to be what you were just before
 It stopped me at the door, stopped me at the door
 
 
		
		
	
 
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