A G/A D/A AI think I'm going back to the things I learnt so well in my youth
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I think I'm returning to those days when I was young enough to know the truth
F#m C#m
Now there are no games - to only pass the time
F#m A Amaj7
No more colouring books - no Christmas bells to chime
D/E A/E D/E
But thinking young and growing older is no sin - And I can't play the game of
Alife to win
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I can recall a time when I wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend
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And now I think I've got - a lot more than just my toys to lend
F#m C#m
Now there's more to do than watch my sailboat glide
F#m A Amaj7
And every day can be my magic carpet ride
D/E A/E
And I can play hide and seek with my fears
D/E A
And live my days instead of counting my years
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F#m C#m
Then everyone debates the true reality
F#m A Amaj7
I'd rather see the world the way it used to be
D/E A/E D/E
A little bit of freedom's all we lack. So catch me if you can...
A
I'm going back