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I think I'm goin' back |
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To the things I learned so well in my youth |
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I think I'm returning to |
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Those days when I was young enough to know the truth |
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Now there are no games to only pass the time |
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No more coloring books, no Christmas bells to chime |
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But thinking young and growing older is no sin |
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And I can play the game of life to win |
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I can recall the time |
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When I wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend |
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And now I think I've got |
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A lot more than a skipping rope to lend |
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Now there's more to do than watch my sailboat glide |
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And everyday can be my magic carpet ride |
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And I can play hide and seek with my fears |
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And live my days instead of counting my years |
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Let everyone debate the true reality |
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I'd rather see the world the way it used to be |
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A little bit of freedom's all we lack |
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So catch me if you can I'm goin' back |
