When did we change,
From throwing paper planes
And driving wooden trains,
To This,
And when did we grow,
From angels in the snow,
Lots of things we didn't know,
To This,
Can you put your finger on the day,
When we never again did play,
Our childhood wasted away,
To This,
And when did we get taller,
Our dreams smaller,
So now the only thing thats left in life,
Is This
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