When you were young, and your excitement showed...
But as time goes by, is it outgrown?
Is that the way things go? Forever reaching for the gold.
Forever fades black and comes up cold.
Walking free. Come with me. Far away. Everyday.
When you were young, you never knew which way
you'd go. What was once grace now undertows.
"Well everyday do what you can, and if you let them
turn you 'round -- whatever goes up must come down"
Walking free. Come with me. Far away. Everyday
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