| You'll see my child how time flies how time flies
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| You will see my child in the meantime enjoy
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| And tell yourself often that life is pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty
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| You'll see my childhood as lovers, friends pass quickly
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| You will see my child the thorns that damage
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| But tell yourself often that life is pretty pretty pretty pretty
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| Pretty like a bouquet of roses laying at your feet
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| Love the sweetness in the colors of summer
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| Like a bouquet of tears that lays down
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| In your heart sorrows and fears, fears
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| You'll see my child fame makes friends defeat makes the price
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| You'll see my child those who win in the end are not just the good guys
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| Life will often say that all is not pretty pretty pretty
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| And you'll see my child everything school don't teach you yeah
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| You'll see my child the important thing is to be you
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| And often remember how pretty pretty pretty you are
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| Pretty like a bouquet of roses laying at your feet
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| Love the sweetness in the colors of summer
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| Like a bouquet of tears that lays down
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| In your heart sorrows and fears, fears
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| Pretty like a bouquet of roses laying at your feet
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| Love the sweetness in the colors of summer
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| Like a bouquet of tears that lays down
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| In your heart sorrows and fears, fears
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| You'll see my child it's not a party every day
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| But every day is celebrated
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| You will see my child on evenings of victory and mornings of defeat
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| But tell yourself often that life is pretty pretty pretty
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| And you'll see my child there won't be much left
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| A few giggles and a few moments of this bouquet of roses
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| So go and smile my child 'cause you're so pretty pretty pretty
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| Pretty like a bouquet of roses laying at my feet
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| Love the sweetness in the colors of summer
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| Like a bouquet of tears that lays down
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| In my heart sorrows and fears, fears
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| Pretty like a bouquet of roses laying at your feet
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| Love the sweetness in the colors of summer
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| Like a bouquet of tears that lays down
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| In your heart sorrows and fears, fears |