| And I will stroll the merry way and jump the hedges first
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| And I will drink the clear clean water for to quench my thirst
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| And I shall watch the ferry-boats and they’ll get high
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| On a blue ocean, against tomorrow’s sky
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| And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain
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| And I will never grow so old again
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| Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
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| My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
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| And I will stroll the merry ways and jump the hedges first
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| And I will drink the clear clean water for to quench my thirst
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| And I shall watch the ferry-boats and they’ll get high
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| On a blue ocean against tomorrow’s sky
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| And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain
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| And never ever ever ever ever get so old again
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| Ooh…
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| Sweet thing
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| My my my…
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| And I shall drive my chariot down your streets and cry
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| «Hey, it’s me! |
| I’m dynamite and I don’t know why»
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| And you shall take me warm in your arms again
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| And I will not remember that I ever felt the pain
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| And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain
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| And never ever ever ever ever get so old again
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| Ooh
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| Sweet thing
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| Yeah yeah yeah…
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| Sweet thing
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| My my my…
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| And I will raise my hand up into the night time sky
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| And count the stars there shining in your eyes
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| Just to dig it all an' not to wonder, that’s just fine
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| And I’ll be satisfied not to read in between the lines
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| And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain
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| And never ever ever ever ever get so old again
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| Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
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| And your saint-like smile…
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| Blackbird singing in the dead of night
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| Blackbird singing in the dead of night
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| Take this broken wing and learn to fly
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| All your life you were just waiting for this moment to arrive
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| Blackbird singing in the dead of night
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| Take your sunken eyes, learn to see
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| All your life you were only waiting for this moment to be free… |