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I'd hook my wagon to my trike and I'd
head across the yard
To my big sandbox where i worked real hard
Playing all day with my little toy trucks
Backhoes, bulldozers, earth-moving stuff
That was my whole life when I was a kid
But when I grew Up, I guess I never really did
-I like
Chours
Big boy toys, motors and lights
Knobs and switches and a four-wheel-drive
Running up the road or crawling across the
farm
And when they break down, I jack them up in
the yard
Pull out my tools, my pride and joy
Man, you gotta love them big boy toys
Now, sometimes baby just can't understand
The mud on my boots and the grease on my
hands
I try to explain how it makes me feel
The awesome power of my hands on the
wheel
If i can't find the words to set things right
I just scoot over and I let my baby drive-- she
likes
Repeat Chours
Bridge Yeah, it's boats and cars, tractors and trucks
Gasoline and diesel fuel a running through
my blood - I like them
Repeat Chours
Man, you gotta love them big boy toys
"big boy toys"
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czytano: 2020 razy
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Anastacia : I do
Who are they anyway
With their sticks and stones
Don't they know that we know?
There's a chill within their bones
They blame and they mame
Make us feel so cold inside
But they cannot take us there cause we will fight
I think the-
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world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
Chorus:
Who wants a love without anger and rage?
I do
Who wants a world where a kid can be safe?
I do
Who-
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wants to pray for the end of the pain
For the calm at the end of the day
Where there's not always more of the same
I do
Wanna breathe
Wanna move
and not ever feel afraid
Wanna live in a place
Where the truth still find....
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