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- Hey, you’re rushing to grab hold of something
You’ll never be able to let go of again
What’s the rush, where’s the fire?
Stay a child a little bit longer
You didn’t think this through, did you?
You see me, don’t you?
You see what you hate in me, I know you do
I grabbed hold of it when I was your age too
What’s the rush, where’s the fire?
Stay a child a little bit longer
No words can convey
The strangest things
The way it goes
That light you cling to
The one that embarrass you, now
Is the light you’ll seek when you are old
What’s the rush, where’s the fire?
Stay a child a little bit longer