| I still see the kid in me
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| Building castles by the sea
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| And skipping rocks across those ocean waves
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| Still building buoy rafts
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| And sailing on the Kachemak
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| And running wild across Alaskan plains
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| And all my yesterdays
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| Don’t seem so long ago now
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| And all those early years
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| Will always seem like home somehow
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| And it was real life
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| And it was real good
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| It was a place I took for granted
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| 'Cause I just never understood
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| And there was real pain
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| There were real tears
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| But the way my Mama loved me
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| Somehow carried all those years
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| It was real life, oh it was real life
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| I still see the kid in jeans
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| But now he’s standing next to me
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| Never thought that I’d have boys to raise
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| I don’t have it figured out
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| It still feels like playing house
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| And it’s something I am learning everyday
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| And all of my today’s seem
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| Like they’re rushing by so fast
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| And every time I look around
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| I pray that it will last
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| And it’s real life
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| And it’s real good
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| And sometimes I take it all for granted
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| Even though I never should
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| And there is real pain
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| And there are real tears
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| But the way my baby loves me
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| Somehow carries all these years
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| And this is real life
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| When I’m old and turning gray
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| And my boys have moved away
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| When it’s time for me to say goodbye
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| I hope I leave a legacy
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| I hope that God is proud of me
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| I hope that I leave something good behind
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| And all my yesterdays
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| Are flashing right before my eyes
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| And I’m standing in God’s presence
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| When I finally realize
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| This is real life
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| This is real good
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| It’s a place I took for granted
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| 'Cause I just never understood
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| And there’ll be no pain
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| And there’ll be no tears
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| 'Cause the way my Father loves me
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| Is the reason I am here
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| This is real life
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| Oh, this is real life
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| This is real life |