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Tutti fruity and gumdrop dreams
Through the eyes of a child, nothings as it seems
Characters in clouds, helicopter seeds
Catching fireflies at night or Dragonflies on reeds
Simple problems, like the first kiss on the lips
Devouring a box of ice cream and not worrying about our hips
Laughing until we pee and laughing some more
Wishing you were the eagle and wanting to soar
As time rolls on, our child turns within
Replacing the fun with a focus on the win
These ideals slowly fade in our day to day
We should be a kid again, whatta ya say ?
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