| Looking back upon my youth
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| The time I always knew the truth.
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| I don’t want to do it.
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| I don’t want to say goodbye.
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| To go back in the yard and play
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| If I could only have another day.
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| I don’t want to do it.
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| I don’t want to make you cry.
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| To go back
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| On the hill beside the track
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| And try to concentrate.
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| All in all the places that I want to be,
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| No, it shows you that I could not wait.
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| So come back into my arms again.
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| This love of ours, it has no end.
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| I don’t want to do it.
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| I don’t want to make you cry.
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| I don’t want to do it.
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| I don’t want to say goodbye.
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| I don’t want to do it.
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| I don’t want to see you cry.
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| To go back
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| On the hill beside the track
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| And try to concentrate.
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| All in all the places that I want to be,
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| No, it shows you that I could not wait.
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| So come back into my arms again.
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| This love of ours, it has no end.
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| I don’t want to do it.
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| I don’t want to say goodbye.
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| I don’t want to do it.
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| I don’t want to say goodbye.
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| I don’t want to do it.
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| I don’t want to make you cry. |