| We stood in the windy city,
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| The gypsy boy and I.
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| We slept on the breeze in the midnight
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| With the raindrop and tears in our eyes.
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| And who’s going to be the one
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| To say it was no good what we done?
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| I dare a man to say I’m too young,
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| For I’m going to try for the sun.
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| We huddled in a derelict building
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| And when he thought I was asleep
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| He laid his poor coat round my shoulder,
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| And shivered there beside me in a heap.
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| And who’s going to be the one
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| To say it was no good what we done?
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| I dare a man to say I’m too young,
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| For I’m going to try for the sun.
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| We sang and cracked the sky with laughter,
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| Our breath turned to mist in the cold.
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| Our years put together count to thirty,
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| But our eyes told the dawn we were old.
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| And who’s going to be the one
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| To say it was no good what we done?
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| I dare a man to say I’m too young,
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| For I’m going to try for the sun.
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| Mirror, mirror, hanging in the sky,
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| Won’t you look down what’s happening here below?
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| I stand here singing to the flowers,
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| So very few people really know.
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| And who’s going to be the one
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| To say it was no good what we done?
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| I dare a man to say I’m too young,
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| For I’m going to try for the sun.
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| We stood in the windy city
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| The gypsy boy and I.
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| We slept on the breeze in the midnight,
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| With the raindrop and tears in our eyes.
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| And who’s going to be the one
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| To say it was no good what we done?
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| I dare a man to say I’m too young,
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| For I’m going to try for the sun. |