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Text: XTC. The Big Express. I Remember The Sun.

Hot as golden sand in fields
We whiled away the hours
I'm thinking of the days we had
Enormous super powers

Yes, I'm sleeping, my mind's on the blink
I thought a page, like it's written in ink
When I remember distant days
I remember many things

But most of all, I remember the sun
Most of all, I remember the sun
Most of all, I remember the sun

Squinting at the sun through eyes
Screwed up by a fireball
Tarmac on the road is soft
Chaff burns in a smoke wall

Yes, I'm weeping, a teardrop attack
I give emotion at the drop of a hat
When I remember days at school
I remember many things

But most of all, I remember the sun
Most of all, I remember the sun
Most of all, I remember the sun

Sun that worked on overtime
Fueled our bodies, kindled fire in our minds
Burning scars soon disappear
Like heat that hangs like water on the road

But most of all, I remember the sun
Most of all, I remember the sun
Most of all, I remember the sun

Most of all, I remember the sun
Most of all, I remember the sun
Most of all, I remember the sun
I remember the sun, I remember