Sent, you were alive at least
Sun bore down, lit up the day
Life came rushing, shone in those eyes
But everybody wants a number one
And everybody wants a golden sun
Lighting up the way that was dark before
And holding up the sky forevermore
All around felt like a dream
I was quite alright, it seemed
Writer(s): Alex White, Tom White
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