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P’r’onde vai, criança? Volta aqui. Não se envolva pelas ruas Antes de se perder.   Por que correr tão alto, garoto? Sabe que nunca irá chegar. Não corra tanto em torno de si.  
I've got a hole in my heart,It's where my childhood once sat.When I see more of what I lost,That hole just grows bigger.Maybe my problems can be,Rooted back to my old friends.I had to let them go,
  I was only a freshman when I knew That life would be tough, and I had some growing up to do. Although I could hang around til dark catching up with my friends
Dreamt about toys and games Every problem simple, same Frolicked in my world of fun Played outside in bright noon sun   Sping then turned to summer, fall Winter passed again and again
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