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You’re an 8 year old boy
When you can go somewhere, where do you want to go?
If you asked me, I wouldn’t know
Returning to when I was 8, I remember sleeping on my dad’s wide back
I wanted to be a pilot
Making sure nobody was there on the playground after school
Practicing pulling myself up*, the utility poles watching over me
When I wrapped myself around it, I felt like I could
The adults thought about giving up

Now the things I doubt is more than the things I believe
But still, my heart lives in my dreams

I’ve put everything on the line today for the sake of this one day
There were people who tilted their shoulders
But it’s not about whether it will come true or not
This is my way of life
I want to stretch out my chest pursuing my dreams

You’re an 8 year old boy; you are proof life continues to be sketched out
In the future, you will meet with a word called money**
It’s not about having a mansion, or a large plot of land
But what you want to have when in need of an operation

Yes, when your parents say what their pride is
They’ll probably say it’s that their child is living well
Don’t forget, on the days you were too scared to sleep
You weren’t alone

There’s no reason for what they did
But just like this, whether you have a form yet or not, sing***

Even if it comes undone, it’s okay to fix it in the end
I’ve seen a dream so many times
So it’s not whether it reaches or not
This is my way of life
I understand; getting hurt when you stand up is above aknowledgement

Yes, you’re an 8 year old boy
Wouldn’t it be good to become friends?

I’ve put everything on the line today for the sake of this one day
There were people who tilted their shoulders
But it’s not about whether it will come true or not
This is my way of life
I want to stretch out my chest pursuing my dreams
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