When I Was Young

When I was a young boy,

I scratched my days with ink.

I thought, "When I get to the future,

I don't want to know how I think."

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Well, I forgot how to think.

I forgot how to think.

I forgot how to think.

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But I've tried to remember the days

That weren't as bad as they seemed.

When I was a young girl,

I marked my days in pen.

I wanted to be able to look back,

To see where I'd been.

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Well, I know where I've been.

I know where I've been.

I know where I've been.

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And I've tried to forget all the days

When I felt as bad as I did.

When I was a young child,

I drove myself mad

To try and remember

To remember the good and the bad,

To remember the good and the bad,

To remember the good and the bad.