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A foolish time full of foolish things |
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Lord knows how we survived |
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In the end it's up to you and I |
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Changing times and changing names |
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To me it's all the same |
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Open your heart and let it fly |
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Away |
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You stand in the sun |
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Letting life have it's fun in that memory haze |
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Oh how we loved all those days |
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And yesterdays child |
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Forgotten but wild sleeps the memory of time |
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A past that still shines |
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The Prodigal son |
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The favors of some seem to melt into time |
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The higher you climb |
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And thoughts of a life |
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That exists in your mind is realities child |
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Not born, but so wise |
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Reach out and touch me |
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I'm walking, talking |
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The prodigal son |
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Reach out and touch me |
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Touch me, touch me, touch me |
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I'm walking, talking |
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The prodigal son |
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Reach out and touch me |
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I'm walking, talking |
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Still have myself and I reckon it's fun |
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To tell you who called those days |
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The prodigal son, favors to some |
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Prodigal son, born on the run |
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Reach out and touch me |
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I'm walking, talking |
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(repeat 'til end) |
