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Pockets full of frogs and broken toys fishing with the boys my hair in braids selling flowers on the dusty street yeah, |
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I was really sweet |
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I loved to play laughing, running, hiding in the fields chasing butterflies telling little lies |
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NOW IT'S A |
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LL OVER NO |
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THING FEEL |
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S THE SAME |
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AND I DON' |
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T LIKE IT |
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I WANT IT |
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BACK AGAIN |
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Pockets full of keys and credit-cards a chain of broken hearts no time for games painting pictures on my weary face |
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I miss the good old days it's such a shame working, running trying to make a stand missing butterflies still telling lies |
