| There you stand in your dungarees
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| Looking all grown up and so very pleased
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| When you write your poems they have so much to say
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| When you speak your dreams it takes my breath away
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| You know I want to be a ball player
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| A regular slugging fool
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| But I guess our dreams must wait awhile
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| Until we finish school
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| And so you and I We watch our years go by We watch our sweet dreams fly
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| Far away, but maybe someday
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| I don’t know when
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| But we will dream again
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| And we’ll be happy then
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| Till our time just drifts away
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| There you stand in your wedding dress
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| You’re so beautiful that I must confess
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| I’m so proud you have chosen me When a doctor is what you want to be You know I want to be a painter, girl
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| A real artistic snob
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| But I guess we’ll have our children first
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| You’ll find a home, I’ll get a job
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| Listen to the seasons passing
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| Listen to the wind blow
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| Listen to the children laughing
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| Where do broken dreams go?
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| There you stand in your tailored suit
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| So many years gone by, but your’re still so cute
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| You take the car to go and meet the bus
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| When our grandchildren come to visit us You say you should have been a ballerina, babe
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| There are songs I should have sung
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| But I guess our dreams have come and gone
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| You’re 'sposed dream when you are young
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| And so you and I We’ll watch our years go by We’ll watch our sweet dreams fly
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| Far away, but maybe someday
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| I don’t know when
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| But we will dream again
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| And we’ll be happy then
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| Till our time just drifts away |