| We all start off so young
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| We all start off so innocent
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| Used to think that time moved slow
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| Now we don’t know where it went
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| Why do we have to grow up?
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| Why do we have to get old?
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| There’s just some things I don’t wanna give up, you know?
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| Like lemonade stands
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| People’d give us money even when it tasted bad
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| We didn’t have any plans, and we were fine with that
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| When my invisible friend and I talked
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| And we’d color the streets with imagined things and all of our dreams
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| In sidewalk chalk
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| We all get lost sometimes
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| We all get a little off the path
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| That’s usually how you find yourself
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| One day you’ll look back and you’ll laugh
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| Why do we have to grow up?
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| Why do we have to get old?
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| There’s just some things I don’t wanna give up, you know?
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| Like those clear, cold nights
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| We’d bundle up and count the stars in sight
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| We were freezing but we were fine with that
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| When that friend and I used to talk
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| And we’d color the streets with imagine things and all of our dreams
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| In sidewalk chalk
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| First we’re too young for things
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| Then we’re too old for things
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| Then we’re supposed to forget those things
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| And turn the page once we hit a certain age
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| But I don’t wanna move on
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| And I won’t ever forget
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| Cause those things they make me who I am
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| Like how we’d run down the halls
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| Singing songs so loud you could hear us through the walls
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| Didn’t know the words but we were fine with that
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| Then we’d sit on the pavement and talk
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| And color the streets with imagined things and all of our dreams
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| In sidewalk chalk |