The Swing And The Mango

It gets worse
They always say to me
I think it’s strange
Cause how can that be?
When my mind keeps racing
And I can’t keep up
I wanna go back
To those simpler days
I'm tired of eighteen
Take me back to that swing

Old enough to work
Old enough to care
Old enough to worry
Old enough to bear

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Take me back to that swing
That’s a fairy
Not a fork
I can climb this tree
I can hold this worm