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Give Me Back My Childhood
An orchestra of women are out to get me
They have their reasons and I have many faults
An orchestra of women much like confetti
They stick around but not that long
Give me back my childhood
Give me back what I have lost
I walk along the shore and think of Mary Poppins
She knew then and she knows now
That confidence can make a cripple skip on rivers
She knew then, she knew then
Give me back my childhood
Give me back what I have lost
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