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Remember when you were a kid the simple things were what mattered most Time will change a man His dreams and hopes will slowly drift away Sit in space all day and your childhood fears will soon drift away Then suddenly you're left with a handful of memories Those wooden walls, combust in time those hammering sounds call again Ring the bell inside my head The liquid in my head If I stand perfectly still and remember the jokes and friends and folks LIke a scrapbook scraping the depths of my brain Step outside the world and your childhood fears will soon drift away Then suddenly you're left with a handful of memories Chorus