| I remember nine
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| As if it were yesterday
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| I can hear my friends outside of my window
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| Say, «Can you come out and play?»
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| Anna brought a bag of her mama’s cooking spoons
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| So we could dig a big hole, to try to reach China
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| And get there by early noon
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| Our imaginations soared on golden wings
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| Across a sky filled with dreams
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| Any child could wear a paper crown
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| And be a king or queen at nine
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| I remember days of playing without a care
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| Then coming home with sniffles and clothes hanging off me
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| With leaves in my hair
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| Everybody’s child belonged to the neighborhood
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| You could tell your troubles to old Aunt Savannah
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| Cause she always understood
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| Running endless through a field
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| Of emerald green beneath a broad
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| Open sky
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| I will treasure all my days when
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| I was innocent and free at nine
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| Runnin' and jumpin' and skippin' and laughin'
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| Rollin' and shakin' and jokin' and hidin'
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| Mother may I, Simon says, you’re it, you spit
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| Hide and seek, you peeked, no I didn’t, yes you did
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| You’re not fair, I don’t care, I saw Sammy’s underwear
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| Double dutch, kick ball, hop scotch, bobby socks
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| Mary Mack all dressed in black
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| Who is that? |
| Can she play jacks?
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| I’m the doctor, you’re the nurse
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| Whatchu' mean, I was first
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| Shovin' and pushin'
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| Cryin' and screamin'
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| Dreamin' and beamin' and dancin' in a line
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| You show me yours, I’ll show you mine
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| Ah uh I’m going home it’s dinner time… nine |