| I wish I was a willow
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| And I could sway to the music in the wind
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| And I wish I was a lover
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| I wouldn’t need my costumes and pretend
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| I wish I was a mountain
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| I’d pass boldly thru the clouds and never end
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| I wish I was a soft refrain
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| When the lights were out I’d play
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| And be your friend
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| I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
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| The hour is up
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| I have to run and hide my rage
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| I’m lost again
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| I think I’m really scared
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| I won’t be back at all this time
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| And have my deepest secrets shared
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| I’d like to be a willow
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| A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
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| But I’d hate to be a grown-up
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| And have to try to bear my life in pain
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| I wish I was a soft refrain
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| When the lights were out I’d play
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| And be your friend
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| I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
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| The hour is up
|
| I have to run and hide my rage
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| I’m lost again
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| I think I’m really scared
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| I won’t be back at all this time
|
| And have my deepest secrets shared
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| I’d like to be a willow
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| A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
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| But I’d hate to be a grown-up
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| And have to try to bear my life in pain |