| There used to be a barn here. |
| It towered over me.
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| The wood that held the walls is now a frame beside my bed. |
| No picture in it yet.
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| A boy he used to run here. |
| He rested in the leaves.
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| And when he was just paper, and the wind could sing a song, and I would sing
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| along.
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| Come on out all you children.
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| Wake on up, it’s time to dream.
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| Calling out for the young and the reckless. |
| Don’t forget who you used to be.
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| When you’re looking to the future, the future’s never looking back.
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| When you’re waiting for tomorrow, it always comes a day too late,
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| so why not just be late?
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| Come on out all you children.
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| Wake on up it’s time to dream.
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| Calling out for the young and the reckless. |
| Don’t forget who you used to be.
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| Who you used to be.
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| I used to smile in my pictures. |
| Nobody had to ask.
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| I wore my innocence like armor.
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| Traded my armor for a mask.
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| And now I want it back. |
| Yeah now I want it back.
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| Come on out all you children.
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| Wake on up it’s time to dream.
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| Calling out for the young and the reckless.
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| Don’t forget who you used to be.
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| Come on out all you children.
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| Wake on up it’s time to dream, yeah.
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| Calling out for the young and the reckless.
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| Don’t forget who you used to be. |