| Those school girl days
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| Of telling tales and biting nails are gone
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| But in my mind
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| I know they will live on and on
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| But how do you thank someone
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| Who has taken you from crayon to perfume?
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| It isn’t easy but I’ll try
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| If you wanted the sky I will write across the sky
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| Letters that will soar a thousand feet high
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| To sir with love
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| The time has come for closing books
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| And long last looks must end
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| And as I leave
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| I know that I am leaving my best friend
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| A friend who taught me right from wrong
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| And weak from strong
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| That’s a lot to know
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| What can I give you in return?
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| If you wanted the moon I will try to make the stars lie
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| But I’d rather you let me give my heart
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| To sir with love
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| If you wanted the sky I will write across the sky
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| Letters that will soar a thousand feet high
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| To sir with love |