| He said I want to grow up
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| And look like Robert Mitchum
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| And I hope that when I’m gone
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| There’ll be some say that I miss him
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| He must have been romantic
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| He must have sensed adventure
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| And I feel the steel of his strong will
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| In the frame around his picture
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| And he’s one more arrow flying through the air
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| One more arrow landing in a shady spot somewhere
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| Where the days and nights blend into one
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| And he can always feel the sun
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| Through the soft brown earth that holds him
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| Forever always young
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| He could have been a boxer
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| But the fight game seemed so dirty
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| We argued once he knocked me down
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| And he cried when he thought he’d hurt me
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| Strictly from the old school
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| He was quiet about his pain
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| And if one in ten could be that brave
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| I would never hate again
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| One more arrow
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| Forever always young |