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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What ever happened to play in the mud
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Little kids buildin' castles all they understand
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Thinkin' but not too much about the box where they sat
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Was their world and all was in it was good
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Playin' all day 'till the street light came on
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And momma call you home for spaghetti and meat balls
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Say a little prayer and a bath good night
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Life so simple 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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So dig your hands in the dirt
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Children we play with that earth
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On & on & on
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The question again phrased a little different
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Whatever happened 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 little bit of innocence
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Things always catchin' up with you and me 'till I die
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Cuz you know what they say what you reap is what you sow
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Yet responsibility I always seeo throw away my faith
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Got to get back to the memories
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Sandbox Praise
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| Pax 217 (Pax217) |
