| The scariest thing I ever heard
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| Was a three-year-old mouth the words
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| I want to be like you, someday
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| It got me to thinking that maybe I should change my ways
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| And I’m watching every line
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| Because they love to memorize every word I say
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| Maybe I should change the songs I sing
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| Oh, the innocence of a child
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| Never afraid to let their thoughts run wild
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| I wish I could be that kind
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| I wish I could see the world through your eyes
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| Oh, that childlike faith
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| The thing that no one should take away
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| I think I had it once before
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| Got me to thinking that maybe I should pray a little more
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| Oh, the innocence of a child
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| Never afraid to let their thoughts run wild
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| I wish I could be that kind
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| I wish I could see the world through your eyes
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| It’s a phone call when I am alone
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| Asking me when I’ll come back home
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| Wondering when they’ll see me again
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| Thinking maybe I’d spend more time with them
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| Oh, the innocence of a child
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| Never ashamed to let their thoughts run wild
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| I wish I could be that kind
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| I wish I could see the world through your eyes
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| The scariest thing I ever heard
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| Was a three-year-old mouth the words
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| I want to be like you, someday
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| It got me to thinking that maybe I should change my ways |