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Papa nearly died, but he stayed awake Three bombs went off inside his rib cage I want to grow old like you, and not put on any weight I want you to mend old man for the love of lakes Our eyes dripped like taps, dripping taps for your sake Granny’s got your back at white pearly gates I want to be bold like you, and not let my long legs ache I want you to mend old man for the love of lakes Down by the sea torn cliffs, wind and water spits at us Mum let out a sigh when papa was awake Drips through his arms are streams into his lake I want to grow old like you, and not put on any weight I want you to mend old man, for the love of lakes From Letras Mania