| 66 or 64,
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| It doesn’t really matter anymore
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| There’s no more throwing sticks into the river
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| And me I’ve not just grown, I’ve grown too clever
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| Just let go Back then I was French and yet Chinese
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| I knew songs of butterflies and bees
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| But the poets killed the vipers and the songs
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| Chained the princess and carried her along
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| Just let go I remember all the songs
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| Well, that was right and this is wrong
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| I would really like to sing along
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| But I won’t try as giants have no tongue
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| It was all a bluff I guess
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| All things have to end I guess
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| Just let go In this one enchanted place
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| We’re back where we began… |