| I need to go down and wash my face
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| Deep in the river of my old homeplace
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| I need to walk in the waters that once gave me life
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| Go over and walk the old railroad tracks
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| See if I can follow it all the way back
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| Back to where my vision is clear
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| Back to the days of the innocent years
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| You know I’d trade it all back in
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| For just one day like it was back then
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| Back before just living my life got in the way
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| To see my face at sixteen again
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| When the boy down the street was my best friend
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| When his smile took away my tears
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| Back in the days of the innocent years
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| You might grow wiser every day
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| But there’s a price you have to pay
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| The girl I was just disappeared
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| I left her behind in the innocent years
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| Now and then when the sun goes down
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| I can see the moon over my hometown
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| I can almost hear the train rushing by
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| I close my eyes and I say a prayer
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| To the wide-eyed girl that I lost somewhere
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| Maybe someday she’ll find me here
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| And lead me back to the innocent years
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| You might grow wiser every day
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| But there’s a price you have to pay |
| The girl I was just disappeared
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| I left her behind in the innocent years
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| When I get lost along the way
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| And I can’t see the light of day
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| I can almost feel her near
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| Calling me back to the innocent years
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| The innocent years |