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I often think of younger days |
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A boy, a girl and backyard play |
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I'd get hurt, you'd get your way |
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And they called it kid stuff |
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I know it mattered little then |
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The childish games you'd always win |
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Now the stakes are higher |
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And it's no longer kid stuff |
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[Chorus] |
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Kid stuff when I was little |
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Was sitting in the middle |
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Of a cotton candy world |
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But now my heart is saying |
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This is no game we're playing |
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For I can see I'm losing you |
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To another world |
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I remember very well |
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Plan we made by a wishing well |
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And secret stuff we couldn't tell |
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Ain't that just like kid stuff |
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And I always thought |
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That you'd be mine |
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At least until the end of time |
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I wore your ring that cost a dime |
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Happiness is kid stuff |
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[Repeat Chorus] |
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I'm losing you |
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To another world |
