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Don't you fret, little baby
We're going back
Don't you fret, little baby
We're going back
How'd we ever know life would be like that
Don't you fret, little baby
We're going back
The world's your friend when you got something it can steal
It takes your pretty hand and leads you up to some high hill
And running down from there you don't feel that old fashioned feel
Just see a jack-o-lantern smile on a child making his deal
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When you're a long way from Toronto you're gonna have to hitchhike
We'll be footprints in mirrors and pin ups in glaring headlights
In backseats of strangers I listen to young baby's cries
Well, I cry there too on this cold Halloween night