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Take me back to summer camp When we all were holding hands When we all could be a champ When the town would pack the stands Winning was the only plan Music was made for the jams Then it became what we cram Time is ticking Time is drifting with the sand A human is all I am Could be God, but no I can't 'Cause I've corrupted this land While I've smoked a couple grams Littered things I used to love Bitter because I took drugs Had me sleeping in some scrubs Had me feeling not enough I was wishing based on luck I've been slipping in a rut Dripping out ounces of blood If I died, don't think I would come Too much sin surrounds this man Too stupid to understand That was then, condemned and damned Now I can cry on command Take me back to summer camp When we all were holding hands When we all could be a champ When the town would pack the stands Winning was the only plan Music was made for the jams Then it became what we cram Time is ticking Time is drifting with the sand Let's let the kids play With their imagination Before they take in There's nobody to save them Let's let the kids play With their imagination Before they take in There's nobody to save them You know Goodbyes