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be a kid


Time is flying by

going away as fast ligth 

and I am here relaxing 

not stresting about nothing

 

To my left you see 

my classmates getting married

paying bills and taxes

but to my rigth 

 

you see our childhood yelling for us to go back

and I am here just realxing 

telling ourchildhood 

no matter how much I grow up 

i wil always be a kid inside

then childhood smiles and walks away 

 

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