| Tiny children on their own, they learn so fast
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| How to make new friends, how to play their new games
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| I remember a man he had shiny hair
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| Always hanging around when you went away
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| Little eight year old, she knows too many secrets
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| Much too young to understand what it means
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| I remember a woman with silver hair
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| And the smell and the taste of the bed we shared
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| And that’s how I behaved
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| Every time that you went away
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| And now, though I’m older nothing’s changed
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| (playing the same games)
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| And I knew every day
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| Came a chance that you’d leave me
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| So I found what I could to take your place
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| Told me not to cry
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| Said that I’d survive
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| As he waved goodbye
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| And I want to try
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| Not to make you cry
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| Want us to survive
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| Never say goodbye
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| But that’s how I behave when you go away
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| Because though I’m older nothing’s changed
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| (playing the same games)
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| And I know every day
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| There’s a chance that you’ll leave me
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| So I find what I can to take your place |