| My mama would sing
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| On that front porch swing
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| I was 8 years old
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| Old hands, good friends
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| feeding my soul
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| I gotta go back
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| I gotta go back
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| To that place where all those good old days were at
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| If I’m ever gonna get this crazy life of mine on track
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| I gotta go back
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| I gotta go back
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| We spent our last few years
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| On our career
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| Working our way up
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| With the ladders we’ve climbed
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| We never took time
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| To work on us
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| We gotta go back
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| We gotta go back
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| To that place where all those good old days were at
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| If we’re ever gonna get this crazy love of ours on track
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| We gotta go back
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| We gotta go back
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| Remember the days when our children were safe
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| And schools didn’t have guns
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| There was no Iraq
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| No terrorist attacks
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| No 911
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| We gotta go back
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| We gotta go back
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| To that place where all those good old days were at
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| If we’re ever gonna get this crazy world of ours on track
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| We gotta go back
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| We gotta go back
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| If we’re ever gonna get this crazy world of ours on track
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| We gotta go back
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| We gotta go back |