| If you see Rose Dover
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| That’s her secret name
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| She would meet 3 others
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| To keep the forest safe
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| She said, «My reality
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| Got soon called make believe
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| Imagination’s funeral
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| Killed by the teenage me»
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| You don’t have to throw it away
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| Throw being a kid away
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| Just because you’re growing up faster everyday
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| You, you don’t have to throw it all away
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| You don’t have to throw it all away
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| There’s a way
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| I’ve been thinking lately it’s not a permanent si-si-situation
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| Just a phase that she’s in
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| I’ve been thinking lately, I’ve been thinking lately
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| It’s not permanent
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| A scattering of birds
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| Above her head
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| A scattering of birds
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| That whisper to her
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| You don’t have to throw it away
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| Throw being a kid away
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| Just because you’re growing up faster everyday
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| You, you don’t have to throw it all away
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| There’s a way
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| Happy was Rose Dover
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| Speaking badger, fawn, rabbit
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| Behind the lumberjacks
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| Pondering the dilemmas
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| At the Redwood conference
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| She cries, «My reality
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| Is now called make believe
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| Imagination’s funeral
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| Killed by the teenage me»
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| You don’t have to throw it away
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| Throw being a kid away
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| Just because you’re growing up faster everyday
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| You, you don’t have to throw it all away
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| You don’t have to throw it all away
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| And as you rise, a rose you will forever stay |