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Won’t you take me back to way back when
When we were young and we’d pretend

To be cowboys, Indians, Kings and Queens
Millionaires and all those dreams

To be knights in armor, the dragons we killed
The kings we were at the top of the hill

You were Bonnie and I was Clyde
The room in the attic was the place we would hide

So won’t you take me back to way back when
When we were young and we’d pretend

To be warlock, witches and teller of tales
Captain of the ships with the mighty sails
We’d sail our ship on the Ocean of dreams
Searching for things that have never been seen

So won’t you take me back to way back when
When we were young and we’d pretend

Their days of yesterday, days of past
Days I thought, would always last
But all that’s left are photos and songs
And memories of when we were young.