| When Easter time would ring a bell
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| I was so young, no more that ten
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| I longer for to drink and shave
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| I wish I were grown-up
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| The night have grown
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| The night I’ve shaved
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| And I have run by clap and pain
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| I’ve done things wrong, but anyway
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| I know I’ll do again
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| Was it then summer of fall
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| Spring time, I don’t recall
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| When you tip toe away from my heart
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| Was it then sun-up or dawn
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| Night time, I don’t recall
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| When love were won’t come
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| Came for the first time
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| Some burn the hearts
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| Some burn the land
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| That’s all I’ve done
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| That’s all I’ve plan
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| I know I’ll do it again
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| When Easter time would ring a bell
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| I was so young, listen my son
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| I longer for a smoked gun
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| I wish I were grown-up
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| Was it then summer or fall
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| Spring time, I don’t recall
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| Pot call, snow white look in my head
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| Was it then sun-up or dawn
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| Night time, I don’t recall
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| Don’t mind the pain
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| I know I’ll do it again |