| She asked me, «Son, when I grow old
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| Will you buy me a house of gold?
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| And when your father turns to stone
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| Will you take care of me?»
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| She asked me, «Son, when I grow old
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| Will you buy me a house of gold?
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| And when your father turns to stone
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| Will you take care of me?»
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| I will make you queen of everything you see
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| I’ll put you on the map
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| I’ll cure you of disease
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| Let’s say we up and left this town
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| And turned our future upside down
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| We’ll make pretend that you and me
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| Lived ever after happily
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| She asked me, «Son, when I grow old
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| Will you buy me a house of gold?
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| And when your father turns to stone
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| Will you take care of me?»
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| I will make you queen of everything you see
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| I’ll put you on the map
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| I’ll cure you of disease
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| And since we know that dreams are dead
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| And life turns plans up on their head
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| I will plan to be a bum
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| So I just might become someone
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| She asked me, «Son, when I grow old
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| Will you buy me a house of gold?
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| And when your father turns to stone
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| Will you take care of me?»
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| I will make you queen of everything you see
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| I’ll put you on the map
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| I’ll cure you of disease |