| And on my fourth birthday, looking like a photograph
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| We would all forget about, and only discover later on
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| With all the newspapers, piled up like epitaphs
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| For the man you never knew, but hold on to like a silver swan
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| And in the forest that I created in my head
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| I was a warrior at home in the wild
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| My bones were big and strong
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| They’d never get me like they did in real life
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| If I could just get bigger and better
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| Could you stay a little longer, please?
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| Could you stay a little longer, please?
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| And in the lamp light, swaddled like a baby tight
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| I read a hundred page to get lost each night
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| I made a skin out of the brother’s grim
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| Made a magic box to hide the shouting in
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| 'Cause you were busy biting at each other’s heels
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| In an angry fog that never seemed to clear
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| But it’s okay, 'cause I did pretty well anyway
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| And you’re proud
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| But could you stay a little longer, please?
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| Could you stay a little longer, please?
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| And now I’m fifteen, falling on my skinny knees
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| Telling her, «I'm sorry, please
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| You know I love you more than anyone»
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| But I must have got the message wrong
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| 'Cause the more I tried
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| The more it came undone
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| And she was clever
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| Knew just how to build you up
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| And then chip away 'til you went wrong
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| Could you stay a little longer, please?
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| Could you stay a little longer, please?
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| Could you stay a little longer, please?
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| Could you stay a little longer, please?
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| And then at twenty-three, I asked someone to follow me
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| Into a cacophony of all of the things I’d fled
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| And he was ready, gave me very part of him
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| But my ribs were breaking with the weight of it
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| And so I left, so well rehearsed at leaving beds by then
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| And now I’m all grown, moving to new home
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| With a man my heart holds dearer than anyone
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| And I’m a mess, so sure I’m gonna love him less
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| With every step, 'cause that’s all that I’ve come to expect
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| But as the months pass, I’m surprised to feel my heart
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| Getting bigger and better, at last |