| All my hopes and dreams
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| Scattered like ashes
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| Up in flames
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| A quiet disaster
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| One day something went wrong
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| Everything changed
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| Now we’re patching these holes
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| In our souls where a ball and chain
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| We were better off when we were little children
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| When our faith came as easy as breathing
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| When we dreamed we could fly
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| Hope was shining in our eyes
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| We were better off when we were little children
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| We used to fill our days
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| Running just to pass time
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| Now life’s a race
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| We’re running just to survive
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| Now our bones are tired
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| And I have grown weary
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| There were dreams in my mind
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| Dreams I could see so clearly
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| We were better off when we were little children
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| When our faith came as easy as breathing
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| When we dreamed we could fly
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| Hope was shining in our eyes
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| We were better off when we were little children
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| Where did you go
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| Simple little heart of mine
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| Feels like every year
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| You’re a little more hard to find
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| We were better off when we were little children
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| When our faith came as easy as breathing
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| When we dreamed we could fly
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| Hope was shining in our eyes
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| We were better off when we were little children |