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Those school girl of telling tales and biting nails gone |
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But in my mind I know they will still live on and on |
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But how do you thanks someone who has taken you |
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From crayons to perfume it isn't teasy but I'll try |
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If you wanted the sky I'd write across the sky in letters |
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That would soar a thousand feet high to sir with love |
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The time has come for closing books and long last looks must end |
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And as I leave 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 that's a lot to learn |
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What what can I give you in return |
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If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start |
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But I would rather you let me give my heart to sir with love |
