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On wagon rides, our tingling toes
Back alley skies, the wind in our clothes
Run it back, back to the start of our song
Cry bird
And all the calls of popsicle bells
In blanket forts with oil pastels
Run it back, back to the start of our song
'Cause it goes oh, oh
Can we go home, home?
'Cause it goes oh, oh
Can we go home, home?
(Will it ever be the same again?)
(How much does it take?)
(Could it ever be the same again?)
(How much does it take?)