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Sandman, Candyman, Jesus and Dad, a furry soft bed to hold. |
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Puppy paws, Santa Clause, an' not being bad, believing in what you're told. |
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Oh the world of a child is all black and white, and prayers are easy to say, |
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No shades of grey, cloud wrong and right. I followed life that way. |
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On the long walk from childhood, the long walk from childhood. |
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Time flies, eager eyes, hungry to see, find holes in holy things. |
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Idols fall, one and all, and truth is a cheat that dances on puppet strings. |
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And the soldiers gun is a mockery, of the Sunday prayers that we prayed, |
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Wrong is right and right is wrong, I measured life that way. |
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On the long walk from childhood, the long walk from childhood. |
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Answer-man, Preacher-man, thinker and Bum, life is a market place. |
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Hear them cry, will you buy, and march to my drum, we'll save the human race. |
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So I hum the words and I dance the tune, and change a bit every day. |
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Find the truth where I can, if I can, each step along the way. |
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On the long walk from childhood, the long walk from childhood |
