| Bring it back with that bass line
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| And let me bust another one of my question rhymes
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| Whatever happened to play in the mud?
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| Little kids building castles
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| All they understood. |
| Thinkin' but not to much
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| About the box where they sat was their world
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| And in it was good
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| Playin all day 'till the street lights came on
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| And Momma called you home for spaghetti and meat balls
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| Say a lil' prayer and a bath GoodNight!
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| Lifes so simeple. |
| Return to the next days
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| It was back to that sandbox Praise…
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| Sandbox praise
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| Sandbox praise
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| Sandbox praise
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| So Dig your hands in the dirt
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| Children we play with that earth
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| On and on and on
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| Fig Your hands in the dirt
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| Children we play with earth
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| On and on and on
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| Dig your hands in the dirt
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| Children we play with that earth
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| On and on and on
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| Dig your hands in the dirt
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| Need a microphone
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| 2−1 send it haha
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| Are ya with me?
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| The question again phraised a little differnt
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| What ever happend to my beautiful innocence?
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| I can’t remember when but it faded away
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| Got lost along the shuffle 'bout the 7th grade
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| Never know why or when or where it went
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| But i’d sure like to find a lil bit of innocence
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| Sometimes I have to stop and ask why
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| Things allways catchin' up with me and you 'til I die
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| Cause you know what they say what you reap is what you sow
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| Yet responsibility I always seem to throw away my faith
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| Gotta get get back to the memories…
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| Sandbox Praise
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| Sandbox Praise
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| Sandbox Praise
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| So dig your hands in the dirt
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| Children we play with that earth
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| On and on and on
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| Dig your hands in the dirt
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| Children we play with that earth
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| On and on and on
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| Dig your hands n the dirt
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| Children we play with that earth
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| On and on and on
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| Dig your hands in the dirt…
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| Sandbox Praise
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| Sandbox Praise
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| Sandbox Praise
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| Sandbox Praise
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| Sandbox Praise
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| Sandbox Praise
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| Sandbox Praise |