| I could make a star shine
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| When I win a gold mine
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| Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire
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| I could be a go for
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| I could be a chauffeur
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| Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire
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| I wish I was ten feet tall
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| Then I wouldn’t be made to crawl
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| I wish I was a fireman’s pal
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| 'Cause I got to get hell
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| They said that fame was just a game
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| Things were not so hot, the doctor came
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| And time went by
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| All about finding out
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| No one else was right still I was wrong
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| Oh, write a little song
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| I could be a poor boy
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| I could sweep the floor boy
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| Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire
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| I wish I was ten feet tall
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| Then I wouldn’t be made to crawl
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| I wish I was a fireman’s pal
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| 'Cause I got to get hell
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| I could fly a jumbo
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| Take to Colombo
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| Yes, I raise my sights a little higher
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| I could make a star shine
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| When I win a gold mine
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| Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire
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| I wish I was ten feet tall
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| Then I wouldn’t be made to crawl
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| I wish I was a fireman’s pal
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| 'Cause I got to get hell
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| I wish I was ten feet tall
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| Then I wouldn’t be made to crawl
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| I wish I was a fireman’s pal
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| 'Cause I got to get hell
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| I wish I could get out of my head
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| To forget the things I said
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| I wish I was ten feet tall
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| Then I wouldn’t be made to crawl
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| I wish I was a fireman’s pal
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| 'Cause I got to get hell |