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I just want a small piece of you |
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A token to put in my pocket |
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And I will own that one things |
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And it would make me happy |
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I just want a small piece of you |
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Somethin to put in a locket |
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And i will look at it daily |
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And that will make me happy |
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I guess it's human nature to want to hold you very still |
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I guess it's in a mother to inject a little guilt |
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Go on son and see the world; I hope you see it all |
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But please please please don't forget to call |
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Free to fly free to go free to not look back |
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That's how free I want you though it scares me half to death |
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Free to wander miles and miles and free to come back home |
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That's how free I want you though it chills me to the bone |
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...Go on son and spread your wings; I hope that you take flight |
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But please please please don't forget to write |
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I know you're just a baby sleeping in your bed |
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And you probably have other thoughts drifting through your head |
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I know this conversation's a little premature |
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It's just that I've heard eighteen years goes by like a blur |
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...I know that it's not fair for me to hold you down now is it |
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But please please please don't forget to visit |
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Free to fly free to go free to come back home... |
