Beautiful times, how it used to be
It's not how it used to be.
they always said,
that everything will be fine,
that it's gon'na be okay.
but the times,
the beautiful times.
they where, when I was young
end so careless.
That all that lies,
couldn't focus the damage there is now.
I wish, that i didn't grow up.
That I could be the real me.
That no one have to tell what i've got to do.
I wish that I could turn the time back.
That I could made you be here,
with me.
I would let everything go,
to have you here with me.
That you could learn me the things a dad does.
Now I schoukd always wondering, how
it should be, when you was here,
here, with me(L)
dad, I wan't you back(L)
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