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I think I'm goin' back |
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To the things |
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I learned so well |
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In my youth |
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I think I'm returning to |
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Those days |
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When I was young enough |
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To know the truth |
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Now there are no games |
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To only pass the time |
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No more colouring books |
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No Christmas bells to chime |
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But thinking young |
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And growing older |
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Is no sin |
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And I can play |
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The game of life to win |
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I can recall the time |
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When I wasn't ashamed |
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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 |
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A skipping rope to lend |
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Now there's more to do |
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Than watch my sailboat glide |
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And everyday can be |
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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 |
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All we lack |
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So catch me if you can |
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I'm goin' back |
