| It’s funny how the time could fly
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| Blowing in the wind, as hard as you try
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| To grab it with your rusty hands, running after shadows of the past
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| Now remember the child you were
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| Walking and a foreignness and sorrows
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| This simple child you had inside
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| Long ago like flowers sang in springtime
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| Nothing really stayed the same
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| And nothing really changing in the end
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| Open wide your eyes
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| And watch the everlasting view of the horizon
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| Keep the fire burnin' hotter
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| Clear your mind and fill it with the growing life
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| Simple pleasures
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| Like watching the sunrise off in the eastern hues
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| It’s neverendin'
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| Like an endless sunshine
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| Get all lies an answer to the doubt
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| All is open, child
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| Bring back the child of your heart
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| And sleeping inside
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| Turn out the fire, I’ve tried
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| Deep in the night
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| ('Cause nothing really stay the same)
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| (Open wide)
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| ('Cause nothing really stay the same)
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| (Open wide)
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| ('Cause nothing really stay the same)
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| (And nothing’s really changin' in the end, open wide)
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| ('Cause nothing really stay the same)
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| (Open wide)
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| ('Cause nothing really stay the same)
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| (And nothin’s really changin' in the end) |