I was busy being young
Until you woke me with a fork in hand
We need a translator
To make sense of this world
Would you be my Yoda?
And teach me how to fight
Those blasé monsters
With forks in hand
You were busy being in love
Until I showed you the other side
They needed a painter
To paint a picture of their dream
Would I be your Travis?
And teach you how to love again
And to remain young
With a fork in hand
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