Yes you will hear stories
Of my crazy past
What memories I made first
And actions I made last
You will hear
Of my stubborn attitude
When i was still innocent
While I had little gratitude
Most of my stunts
I would never dare to attempt now
Even if you ask how to do them
I could not say how
You are restless
I had my days in the sun
So go and play my children
Learn and run.
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