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I think I'm going back to the things I learnt so well in my youth 
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I think I'm returning to those days when I was young enough to know the truth 

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Now there are no games To only pass the time 
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No more colouring books No Christmas bells to chime 
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But thinking young and growing older is no sin And I can't play the game of life to win 

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I can recall a time When I wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend 
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And now I think I've got A lot more than just my toys to lend 

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Now there's more to do Than watch my sailboat glide 
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And every day can be My magic carpet ride 
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And I can play hide and seek with my fears 
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And live my days instead of counting my years 

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Then everyone debates The true reality 
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I'd rather see the world The way it used to be 
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A little bit of freedom's all we lack So catch me if you can 
I'm going back
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