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I still see the kid in me |
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Building castles by the sea |
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And skipping rocks across those ocean waves |
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Still building buoy rafts |
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And sailing on the |
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KachemakAnd running wild across |
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Alaskan plains |
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And all my yesterdays |
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Don't seem so long ago now |
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And all those early years |
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Will always seem like home somehow |
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And it was real life |
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And it was real good |
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It was a place |
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I took for granted' |
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Cause I just never understood |
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And there was real pain |
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There were real tears |
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But the way my |
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Mama loved me |
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Somehow carried all those years |
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It was real life, oh it was real life |
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I still see the kid in jeans |
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But now he's standing next to me |
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Never thought that |
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I'd have boys to raise |
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I don't have it figured out |
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It still feels like playing house |
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And it's something |
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I am learning everyday |
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And all of my today's seem |
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Like they're rushing by so fast |
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And every time |
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I look around |
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I pray that it will last |
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And it's real life |
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And it's real good |
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And sometimes |
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I take it all for granted |
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Even though |
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I never should |
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And there is real pain |
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And there are real tears |
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But the way my baby loves me |
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Somehow carries all these years |
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And this is real life |
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When I'm old and turning gray |
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And my boys have moved away |
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When it's time for me to say goodbye |
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I hope I leave a legacy |
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I hope that |
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God is proud of me |
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I hope that |
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I leave something good behind |
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And all my yesterdays |
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Are flashing right before my eyes |
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And I'm standing in |
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God's presence |
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When I finally realize |
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This is real life |
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This is real good |
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It's a place |
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I took for granted' |
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Cause I just never understood |
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And there'll be no pain |
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And there'll be no tears' |
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Cause the way my |
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Father loves me |
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Is the reason |
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I am hereThis is real life |
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Oh, this is real life |
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This is real life |
