Back in those days
When I always slept in the top bunk,
With the shiny wood ceiling above me
Reflecting the red glow of the exit sign;
With warm love wrapped around me so tight
That I never needed a blanket...
All the daytimes are gone from my mind
Like a feather in the wind,
But I still remember how I felt
When Kathy sang that song.
"I wanna be like you, dad,
I wanna be like you..."
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