| Excuse me
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| Excuse me
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| Yeah, you
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| Excuse me, excuse me…
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| Excuse me, I’m looking for my childhood
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| I remember back when, everything was all good
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| Now it’s hard to stay sane searching for a new name —
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| But I stay afloat in the stream like we all should
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| I used to love the cool Summer breeze
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| And grey days with leaves falling off the trees
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| Now I know what I miss — I can’t hold in my fist but —
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| One last touch would set me free
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| Somebody set me free from this trap that you all call the real world
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| It’s all old, but in my heart I’m still young
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| And my soul says that I should have fun but to have one —
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| You gotta have some kind of billfold to survive, they say:
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| «You have to have a job you hate. |
| 9 to 5 every day.»
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| Pushing you closer to the grave
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| What do we throw, what do we save?
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| What do we know, well, what are we waiting for?
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| Lets lay on our backs and talk about the cloud’s shapes
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| I know all the different memories are floating in the sky
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| The ones of the earliest years catch my eye
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| And as you grow, you find new hills to climb —
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| But there’s nothing like doing something for the first time
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| Yeah now, instead of the sky, I look at the ceiling
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| Just trying to get a good feeling
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| So if you talk and I’m giggling
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| It’s not 'cos I’m not listening
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| I’m just trying to be a kid again
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| Flipping up these notebooks
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| Looking for my childhood
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| Staring at the sunset
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| Looking for my childhood
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| Flowing with the music
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| Looking for my childhood
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| Walking through this cold world
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| Looking for my childhood
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| But were did it go?
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| (I don’t know, it just disappeared)
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| But were did it go?
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| (I don’t know — last time I checked it was here.)
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| But were did it go?
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| (I don’t know, it just disappeared)
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| But were did it go?
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| (Man I don’t know, somebody must have stole my red balloon)
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| And if I never get anything, at least my name’s common enough to always be on
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| the souvenir license plates
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| The sign says walk and yet they try to cut me off 'cos I was wrong when I
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| thought pedestrians had the right of way
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| In the center of my innocence, pretense are a percentage of resent for my
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| indolence —
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| But I can be credited for everything that I finish without a footstep to follow
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| The walls are full of color yet the ground is so hollow
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| So what happened to the happiness we had inhabited, the magic averages the year
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| were we stop our imagination —
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| Start with the education, stifling the childhood, I’d turn us all back into
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| children if I could
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| I’d turn us all back into children if I could.
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| And lead us all to play in the woods
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| (Excuse me, excuse me.)
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| Excuse me
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| Have you seen my red balloon?
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| I need to catch up with it pretty soon
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| It makes me complete, while I have a heartbeat
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| I plan on flying with it to the moon
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| Why’s everybody acting like they grown up?
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| In a big rush to take on responsibility
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| I’m telling 'em;
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| «Stay young, 'cos the day will come, and when it does you can’t surrender
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| willingly.»
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| Now if they’re feeling me or not, still, I’ve gotta get my point across
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| The coin is tossed into the air into a void of loss
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| I call both heads and tails, address the trail, and set my sails
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| But I wanna have fun —
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| I wanna live like there ain’t no tomorrow
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| With no consequences to my actions — concentrating on my passions
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| Laughing at the ripples in the lake from the rocks I threw
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| Innocence of not knowing what’s labelled impossible
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| The curiosity that killed Schrodinger’s cat was the only thing that kept him
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| alive —
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| Matter of fact
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| I wanna wonder —
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| Wanna be scared of the thunder and the dark and the figments of my mind that
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| live under my bed
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| But nowadays your monsters can’t be ignored
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| They demand full attention, and causing a war
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| For 18 birthdays I felt fine
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| But I lost my childhood somewhere down the line
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| For 18 birthdays I felt fine
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| But I lost my childhood somewhere down the line. |