| What you don't tell no one, you can tell me
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| Little ghost, tall, tan like milk and honey
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| You're very brave
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| And very free
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| I push you high, cherry blossom on your sycamore tree
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| What you don't tell no one, you can tell me
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| Swing it high like Jesus, wild and free
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| Dandelions in your hair, baby
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| You're very brave
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| And there's much to see
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| I push you high, cherry blossom on your sycamore tree
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| What you don't tell no one, you can tell me
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| And when you're scared, I'll be right here
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| You feel afraid, Mommy is there
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| It's a cruel, cruel world, but we don't care
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| 'Cause what we've got, we've got to share
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| What you don't tell no one, you can tell me
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| Little ghost, blonde hair with lemonade tea
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| There's much to learn
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| And so much to see
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| I push you high, Angelina, on your sycamore tree
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| What you don't tell no one, you can tell me |