by Eric Clapton and Marcy Levy I was a child born so free; It seems that time has put age on me. And when I grow old, will I once again find All of those sweet, innocent times? I was a child born without fear; It seems that time has placed me here. With no freedom to laugh, there's more reason to cry. I really miss those innocent times. I used to feel joy in my soul, But now my sorrow has taken control. As I look around I pray, Lord be kind; Just one more taste of those innocent times. As I look around I pray, Lord be kind; Just one more taste of those innocent times,
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