A young One like Me

There's so many things I've got to see

Cause I'm going and going

And showing the beauty in Me

And if all the people in this whole wide world

Could live in harmony

Consider what that would mean to

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A young One like Me

I've got to be happy; got to be free

The rumors and schemers

Like feemers and dreamers of quality

And if all the weapons of war could be dumped in the great blue sea

How wonderful that would be to a young One like Me

Everyday I'll be playing in the rain

In the rain, in the rain

In the rain

But that doesn't say I won't be serious

Serious, serious

Little things I do make me kind of mischievous

Mischievous, mischievous while I pray

The love would like me along the way

And then I think

Hear what I'm saying; hear what I'm saying