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Remember when you were a kid |
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The simple things were what mattered most |
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Time will change a man |
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His dreams and hopes would slowly fade away |
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Sit in space all day |
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and your childhood fears will soon drift away |
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Then suddenly you're left with a handful of memories |
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Those wooden walls, combust in time |
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Those hammering sounds call again |
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Ring the bell inside my head |
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The liquid in my head |
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If I stand perfectly still and remember the jokes |
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and friends and folks |
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Like a scrapbook scraping the depths of my brain |
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Step outside the world and your childhood fears will soon drift away |
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Then suddenly you're left with a handful of memories |
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Those wooden walls, combust in time |
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Those hammering sounds call again |
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Ring the bell inside my head |
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The liquid in my head |
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Those wooden walls, combust in time |
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Those hammering sounds call again |
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Ring the bell inside my head |
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The liquid in my head |
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Liquid in my head... |
