| You were a small white ball rolling on the grass
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| Well, we were young and we didn‘t care
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| Why don‘t you sit down and take a rest
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| `Cause you look tired of turning in search of release
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| The world is with you, oh yes, with you
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| We‘re just someone you can count on
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| `Cause we are dreamers in a dreamer‘s land!
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| A dozen kids with no cares
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| We had to run through the day, and then laugh through the night
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| While you went to hole number nine
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| …a tear drop on our skin
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| There was a deep crack in being
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| But you still held your club
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| And a few dozen friends for that pain
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| We had to smile through the day…
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| As I see your mind in overflow
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| I carry you right through the door
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| The strength that you show from your heart
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| Is reflected in your eyes
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| And I see…
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| We had to smile through the day
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| And cry through the night
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| We stand strait and keep hoping
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| I know somewhere we realized…
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| `Cause we were fighting
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| I‘m sure you made the big part of it
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| You reached green number eighteen
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| We were on tee number three
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| And we were dreamers
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| I see us playing so careless in the classroom beside
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| And we were hundreds
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| When we were forced to realize
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| While we were drowning in rashness
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| You were on fairway nineteen… |