| Made a steeple with your fingers
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| Made a cradle with a piece of string
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| Made a snowman, made a treehouse
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| Made a game of everything
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| But when you, when you grew up
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| You grew up and forgot what’s real
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| What’s precious, not precocious
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| How being in love with life feels
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| If I so little deserve you
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| Then why have you stayed for so long?
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| If I so little deserve you
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| Then why have you not gone?
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| Made the girls swoom without thinking
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| Made this girl begin to wonder why
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| Made me flowers from crepe paper
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| I was charmed there for a while
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| But when you, when you grew up
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| You grew up and forgot what’s true
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| What’s nice, not nauseating
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| How you once felt how I feel for you
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| If I so little deserve you
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| Then why have you stayed for so long?
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| If I so little deserve you
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| Then why have you not gone?
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| 'Cause you may be grown up
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| And you may be cool
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| But I may be anything, anything but cruel
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| So don’t ever ask me
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| Just what you should say
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| 'Cause you could say anything, anything, anything
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| If I so little deserve you
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| Then why have you stayed for so long?
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| If I so little deserve you
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| Then why have you not gone? |