Pockets full of frogs and broken toys
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fishing with the boys
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my hair in braids
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selling flowers on the dusty street
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yeah, I was really sweet
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I loved to play
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laughing, running,
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hiding in the fields
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chasing butterflies
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telling little lies
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NOW IT'S ALL OVER
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NOTHING FEELS THE SAME
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AND I DON'T LIKE IT
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I WANT IT BACK AGAIN
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Pockets full of keys and credit-cards
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a chain of broken hearts
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no time for games
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painting pictures on my weary face
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I miss the good old days
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it's such a shame
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working, running
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trying to make a stand
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missing butterflies
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still telling lies
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it's all over
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| Die happy |
