And we all fall down
Our pockets full of troubles
Dreams burnt to ashes
When all we really want is to be free again like children
Time makes our days turn into months
And our months into years
Taking us away from hours spent
Playing in the sunshine
Dancing in the grass until
We all fall down
Scrape our knees
Bruise our elbows
Only now we have to
Dust off our own pants
Fix our own bike chain
And find a way to dry our tears
The nursery rhymes have faded
Only echos now
Happy memories that wilt our hearts
Like dying posies
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