| Looking back to those days
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| So naive and so embraced
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| Thought that dance could make it rain
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| Having a childish view
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| Of the world that surrounded you
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| Everything in it felt so huge
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| The only worry that you got was to get home before the dark
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| Put on your running shoes and make it back in time
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| But you’ll never be a kid again
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| Nothing will make you feel the same
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| Maybe it’s time you finally change that point of view
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| You keep going on about how you’re never, ever gonna go home
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| Oh, no, can’t come running back now that you’re on your own
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| You know that you’ve grown out of us and you’ve been dying to go, so long
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| Mother, don’t you see, I’m not a kid anymore
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| Calm in the summer heat
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| Felt the grass beneath your feet
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| Now everything feels so incomplete
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| Stuck in a photograph and it won’t release you
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| It has frozen a moment you won’t ever see again
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| There’s so many colors in the white
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| How can you see what’s wrong or right
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| Seems too hard and you just don’t know what to do
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| No longer time to be at ease
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| You can’t survive the memories
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| You were oblivious to what you thought you knew
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| You keep going on about how you’re never, ever gonna go home
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| Oh, no, can’t come running back now that you’re on your own
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| You know that you’ve grown out of us and you’ve been dying to go, so long
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| Mother, don’t you see, I’m not a kid anymore |