| Sandman, Candyman, Jesus and Dad, a furry soft bed to hold.
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| Puppy paws, Santa Clause, an' not being bad, believing in what you’re told.
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| Oh the world of a child is all black and white, and prayers are easy to say,
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| No shades of grey, cloud wrong and right. |
| I followed life that way.
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| On the long walk from childhood, the long walk from childhood.
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| Time flies, eager eyes, hungry to see, find holes in holy things.
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| Idols fall, one and all, and truth is a cheat that dances on puppet strings.
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| And the soldiers gun is a mockery, of the Sunday prayers that we prayed,
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| Wrong is right and right is wrong, I measured life that way.
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| On the long walk from childhood, the long walk from childhood.
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| Answer-man, Preacher-man, thinker and Bum, life is a market place.
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| Hear them cry, will you buy, and march to my drum, we’ll save the human race.
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| So I hum the words and I dance the tune, and change a bit every day.
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| Find the truth where I can, if I can, each step along the way.
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| On the long walk from childhood, the long walk from childhood. |