| You were a kid when I was a kid
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| Oh, how I loved it when
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| You’d hide and I seek and seek when I’d hide
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| Oh, you would not give in
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| Everything was easy on the playground
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| When we ran away from trouble with our bare feet in the sand
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| Oh, how we ran, I can’t understand
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| How life caught me now
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| I feel like this world can be a little bitch sometimes
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| Who says you’re not enough
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| Stand in line, cash in your dreams and get a fancy, fancy lie
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| We’re the kids who don’t have swimming pools in their backyards
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| Not the kids who got their futures hanging in crystal balls
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| No, I don’t need no money to be racing, ooh
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| I’m happy with the memories of chasing you
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| Still the kids who don’t have swimming pools
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| In their 40-million-square-feet mansions, ooh
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| You’re still a kid and I’m still a kid
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| Oh, I feel rich as hell
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| I’ve made up my mind
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| I’ll stick to my life
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| I won’t be listening when
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| I feel like this world can be a little bitch sometimes
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| Who says you’re not enough
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| Stand in line, cash in your dreams and get a fancy, fancy lie
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| We’re the kids who don’t have swimming pools in their backyards
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| Not the kids who got their futures hanging in crystal balls
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| No, I don’t need no money to be racing, ooh
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| I’m happy with the memories of chasing you
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| Still the kids who don’t have swimming pools
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| In their 40-million-square-feet mansions, ooh
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| We’re the kids who don’t have swimming pools in their backyards
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| Not the kids who got their futures hanging in crystal balls
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| No, I don’t need no money to be racing, ooh
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| I’m happy with the memories of chasing you
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| Still the kids who don’t have swimming pools
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| In their 40-million-square-feet mansions, ooh |