Children - Dewey Bunnell
    The boy cried out

    Gaily on the ground
    At the joy
    Of something he had found

    Aw, come on children, get your heads back together
    Aw, come on children, get your heads back together
    Aw, come on children, get your heads back together

    The days are getting warmer now
    The nights are getting shorter now
    And you know we can make it 'cause you know we're alive
    But we don't have to take it, any way we'll survive

    If I were you
    I'd throw it far away
    But if you were me
    You'd tell me I should stay

    Aw, come on children, get your heads back together
    Aw, come on children, get your heads back together
    Aw, come on children, get your heads back together again

    Again, again and again and again
    Again, and again and again
    Again, again, again

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    Marco Giunco
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