| Tennis ball and a catcher’s mitt
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| I remember that boy throwing it
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| High up in the air then catching it
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| While the oak tree leaves cheered
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| Oh, look at me now all grown up looking back again
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| Sitting here wondering where the time all went
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| What do I know now that I didn’t know then
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| Not much
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| Oh, look at me know
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| On the fifty-first floor looking down on it all
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| With my name on the door and degree on the wall
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| Yeah, Look at me now
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| I did everything right, but I got it all wrong
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| Heaven please forgive me for taking so long
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| You see, all that I’ve done it doesn’t matter at all
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| It’s what I leave here when I’m gone
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| Oh, look at me now
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| Where is that young boy I used to be
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| Who was never afraid of anything
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| Now I’m watching that clock catch up with me
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| And it’s frightening
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| I did everything right, but I got it all wrong
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| Heaven please forgive me for taking so long
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| You see, all that I’ve done it doesn’t matter at all
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| It’s what I leave here when I’m gone
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| Oh, Look at me now
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| All grown up looking back again
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| Sitting here wondering where the time all went
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| What do I know now that I didn’t know then
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| Tennis ball and a catcher’s mitt
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| I remember that boy throwing it
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| High up in the air then catching it
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| While the oak trees cheered |