| I remember when you used to, hide behind your silly hair
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| It fell around your face so wildly, but you didn’t seem to care
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| You always liked to play detective, Nancy Drew was your escape
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| Social skills perhaps defective, dressed up your own kind of way
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| You’ve become a new creation I don’t want to miss out on It’s so sweet to see you make it, on your own from duck to swan
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| Certain words you mispronounced, cause you’d only let them form
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| Never spoke too many sounds, you’re building up a quiet storm
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| You’ve become a new creation I don’t want to miss out on It’s so sweet to see you make it, on your own from duck to swan
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| Your first drink and your first straw
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| Your first kiss and your first love
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| Now you’ve finally found your voice…
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| You’ve become a new creation I don’t want to miss out on It’s so sweet to see you make it, on your own from duck to swan |