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Friend why don't you come with me |
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To where we used to be |
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On our childhood fields of clover |
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Share some of those magic spells |
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And all those wishing wells |
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On our childhood fields of clover |
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We had no restraints |
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We could be the villains or the saints |
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So won't you stop a little while |
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And share a childhood smile |
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For the dreams of now are over |
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Did they really age and die |
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Like a little butterfly |
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Left in childhood fields of clover |
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In the autumn chill |
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The modern times had their will |
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And our childhood days were over... |
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Over... |
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But our childhood homes still shine like kodachromes |
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Where the ploughs have raped the clover |
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Only golden and money rule |
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Dreams are just for fools |
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But we have a mine |
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Where all the yesterdays shine |
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For my dream is never over |
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So every passing day, becomes a throwaway |
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Like our childhood fields of clover |
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The once bold and clear blue sky |
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Looks like it's about to die |
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Who will hear the whistleblower |
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But in my heart I'm there |
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Even after all these years |
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I run through fields of clover... |
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The dream's not over... |