| I was only ten years old
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| Like the back of my hand knew the roads
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| I swerved my bike and lost control
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| Over the handles in the air
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| A lady who came walking by found me lying there
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| And the nurse at the hospital said
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| «Little boy, don’t be scared
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| Now your father is waiting in the next room
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| Little boy, don’t be sad
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| Now your mom’s on her way, you’ll be out of here soon»
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| We drove so slowly through these streets
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| In the suburbs of our dreams
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| At night my father closed his eyes
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| He saw the new car in the drive
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| My mother standing in the doorway
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| Friday night, a smile on her face
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| And the voice I can hear in my head
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| «Little boy, don’t be scared
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| Now you know we’ll be sleeping in the next room
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| Little boy, don’t be sad
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| Now tomorrow is as it is coming 'round soon»
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| We only need a little space
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| Just somewhere we could call our place
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| My mother standing in the doorway
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| Friday night, a smile on her face
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| These things always start so small
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| With no applause and no drum roll
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| And I came running up the hallway
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| See the car turn in the driveway
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| And I’ll always be that little boy
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| And I’ve always been that little boy
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| Yeah, I’ll always be that little boy
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| And I’ll always be that little boy |