And let me bust another one of my question rhymes
 Whatever happened to play in the mud?
 Little kids building castles
 All they understood. Thinkin' but not to much
 About the box where they sat was their world
 And in it was good
 Playin all day 'till the street lights came on

 And Momma called you home for spaghetti and meat balls
 Say a lil' prayer and a bath GoodNight!
 Lifes so simeple. Return to the next days
 It was back to that sandbox Praise...
   Sandbox praise
   Sandbox praise
   Sandbox praise

 So Dig your hands in the dirt
   Children we play with that earth
 on and on and on
 Dig Your hands in the dirt
   Children we play with earth
 on and on and on
 Dig your hands in the dirt
   Children we play with that earth
 on and on and on
 Dig your hands in the dirt

 Need a microphone
 2-1 send it haha
 Are ya with me?

 The question again phraised a little differnt
 What ever happend to my beautiful innocence?
 I can't remember when but it faded away
 Got lost along the shuffle 'bout the 7th grade
 Never know why or when or where it went
 But i'd sure like to find a lil bit of innocence
 Sometimes I have to stop and ask why
 Things allways catchin' up with me and you 'til I die
 Cause you know what they say what you reap is what you sow
 Yet responsibility I always seem to throw away my faith
 Gotta get get back to the memories...
   Sandbox Praise
   Sandbox Praise
   Sandbox Praise

 So dig your hands in the dirt
   Children we play with that earth
 on and on and on
 Dig your hands in the dirt
   Children we play with that earth
 on and on and on
 Dig your hands n the dirt
   Children we play with that earth
 on and on and on
 Dig your hands in the dirt...



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