| Looking back on when I was a little nappy-headed boy
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| Then my only worry was for Christmas what would be my toy
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| Even though we sometimes would not get a thing
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| We were happy with the joy the day would bring
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| Sneaking out the back door to hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine
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| Greeted at the backdoor with, «Boy, thought I told you not to go outside»
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| Tryin' your best to bring the water to your eyes
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| Thinking it might stop her from whoopin' your behind
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| 'Cause I love them so
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| Smokin' cigarettes and writing something nasty on the wall
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| Teacher sends you to the principal’s office down the hall
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| You grow up and learn that kind of thing ain’t right
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| But while you were doing it, it sure felt outta sight
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| I wish those days could come back once more
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| Why did those days ever have to go?
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| I love them so |