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Late in summer staring out the window |
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Only seven, tell me what could she know |
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The world would never understand |
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But they don't see what she still can |
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What does she see, what does she know? |
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And must she ever just let go |
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As childhood dreams, childhood dreams |
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What is childhood? |
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Something we remember |
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Rarely, barely sometimes in |
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DecembersBut then it's known to catch our eye |
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And dare us all to once more try |
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And with a childhood faith believe |
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And that magic to retrieve |
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As childhood dreams, childhood dreams |
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Childhood, childhood |
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Childhood, childhood, childhood |
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Childhood, childhood, childhood |
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Childhood, childhood dreams |
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Softly fading, tell me where the years go |
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I am aging but she does not think so |
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Her world of possibilities |
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As far as childhood eyes can see |
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And must one day she just decide |
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To step off of this childhood ride |
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As childhood dreams, childhood dreams |
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Only seven, as she sits and wonders |
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Late at night as the world, it slumbers |
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But suddenly inside the dark |
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She sees the magic of the sparks |
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And so she knows she must go down |
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To see this world that she has found |
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As childhood dreams, childhood dreams |
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Childhood, childhood |
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Childhood, childhood, childhood |
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Childhood, childhood, childhood |
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Childhood, childhood dreams |
