| They’re dividing up their playthings
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| This is yours, this is mine
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| They’re dividing up the bedroom
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| With an imaginary line.
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| One is running back to mother
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| One just wants to be alone
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| They will cry and pout and walk out
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| Just like children I have known.
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| Just like children I have known.
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| They’re not wiser, they’re just grown
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| It’s not a chocolate ice cream cone
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| It’s not a doll-house, it’s a home
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| Just like children I have known.
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| Almost down to sticks and stones
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| They’ll be lost out on their own
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| Just like children I have known
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| Just like children I have known.
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| And they’re gonna cry their eyes out
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| Once they find out what they’ve done
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| Cause their hearts aren’t made of candy
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| That they eat what the other wants.
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| It could be a happy ending
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| They don’t have to live alone
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| They could kiss and hug and make up
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| Just like children I have known
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| Just like children I have known.
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| They’re not wiser, they’re just grown
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| It’s not a chocolate ice cream cone
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| It’s not a doll-house, it’s a home
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| Just like children I have known… |