I was a child born so free;
it seems that time has put age on me.
and when i grow old, will i once again find
all of those sweet, innocent times?
i was a child born without fear;
it seems that time has placed me here.
with no freedom to laugh, there's more reason to cry.
i really miss those innocent times.
i used to feel joy in my soul,
but now my sorrow has taken control.
as i look around i pray, lord be kind;
just one more taste of those innocent times.
as i look around i pray, lord be kind;
just one more taste of those innocent times,
just one more taste of those innocent times.
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