When I was young the sky was bluer
When I was young the grass was greener
Good guys were good, bad guys were bad
My mom was there, so was my dad
When I grew up the sky was grayer
When I grew up the grass was litter
The days were happy, the nights were sad
I miss you mom, I miss you dad
Missin
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