| I was reading Shel Silverstein while you fell asleep
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| Thinking about cosmic generosity, it’s a mystery
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| You roar like a lion, sleep like a lamb, watching your diaphragm
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| Breathing in and out, dancing through the clouds
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| I can’t wait to watch you see the world
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| With your own eyes, your own eyes
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| Just like me and my old man, we’re watching Peter Pan fly to Neverland
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| Someday you’ll fly away, find your own time and space
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| It’s a unique chemistry you carry in your genes, your own memories
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| You’ll make your own noise, sing with your own voice
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| I can’t wait to watch you see the world
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| With your own eyes, your own eyes
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| I can’t wait to watch you see the world
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| With your own eyes, your own eyes
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| When I see you in photographs
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| I can’t believe how young you used to be
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| I don’t know whether I should cry or laugh
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| They feel like the same thing to me
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| I can’t wait to watch you see the world
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| With your own eyes, your own eyes
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| I can’t wait to watch you see the world
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| With your own eyes, your own eyes |