There's a kid inside
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And I have him with me always
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There's a kid inside
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Walking down old high school hallways
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There's a kid inside
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At a desk, at a dance, in the halls,in the showers
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There's a kid inside
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To this very day
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And he makes a try for that high pop fly
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That I fumble one september
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And he makes a fuss
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Over some A plus
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That I shouldn't still remember
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And he goes along
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Getting hurt,getting mad,fighting fights that are over
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And unless I'm strong
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All my senses are carried away
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I could fell my hand
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My tremblin hand
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On the shelf angora sweather
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I can hear my band
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That awful band,only now it sounds much better
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I can see the kid
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The kid I use to be
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On the stage,on the field,on the lunch line
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I can feel him tugging at me
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Every time I think I don't care I blink
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And he's there again
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He's there again
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Fighting ancient wrongs
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Humming old hit songs in my head
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Singing come along,come along
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Come along for the ride
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To a time and place
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I could not forget if I tried
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And I never know when the breeze'll blow
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With a rush of old sensation
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Why the kid should wake
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And my heart should ache
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Everytime I smell carnations
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Something rings the bell
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Any thing at all
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All it takes is a slam of a locker
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Of the switch from summer or fall
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A change in season
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Seems better than reason
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But there he goes
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He's there again
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Fighting ancient wrong
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Humming old hit songs in my head
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Singing come along, come along
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Come along for the ride
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To a time and place
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I could not for get if I try
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There he goes again
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Hummin his songs
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He's there again
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There's a kid inside
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Hummin his songs
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He's there again
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There's a kid inside
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The Kid Inside
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Barry Manilow |