| We almost got it together
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| And I’ll be your favourite thing
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| Stand by the river with hard-luck eyes
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| And I’ll just be open and sing
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| I was only trying to surprise
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| I wish I was like the frog-princess
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| And I’d never tell you lies
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| And down by the soil of the hard-life
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| They like to greet us with smiles
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| They like to tell us their good hostess
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| Had travelled a million miles
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| But you’d like it written closer
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| Yes, you’d like it written pure
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| If I told you this —
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| Would you miss my kiss?
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| No — you’d come right back for more
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| Oh, I’d like to be What I want to be But you want to carry on But you need to take
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| What you have to take
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| But I’ll still be here when you’re gone
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| And there’s a light by your window
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| And I’d like to capture you by there
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| And I’d like to hold you for all to see
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| But they don’t really care
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| And if I said you’re no peccadillo
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| Yes, I said you’re a major thing
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| Would you stand by me?
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| At the corner dock
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| And say, yes, this girl is the swing!
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| Oh, I’d like to be What I want to be But you want to carry on But you need to take
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| What you have to take
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| But I’ll still be here when you’re gone
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| And I’d like another cue
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| That’s why I strain to see
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| And I’d like the best in you
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| 'Cos you write the best in me They were sure that I’d be burning
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| Yes —
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| So their tart swerve to here might be But if I said you’re gold, inside,
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| Yes and if you were true to me Would you hang around with that creepy smile
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| And crawl home back to me Oh, I’d like to be What I want to be But you want to carry on But you need to take
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| What you have to take
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| But I’ll still be here when you’re gone |