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To Sir With |
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Love Those schoolgirl days |
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Of telling tales and biting nails are gone |
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But in my mind |
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I know they will still live on and on |
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But how do you thank someone who's taken you from crayons to perfume |
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It isn't easy but |
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I'll try If you wanted the sky |
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I would write across the sky in letters that would soar a thousand feet high |
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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 |
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I know that |
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I am leaving my best friend |
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A friend who taught me right from wrong and weak from strong |
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That's a lot to learn. |
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What, what can |
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I give you in return |
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If you wanted the moon |
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I would try to make a start but |
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I would rather you let me give my heart |
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To Sir with love. |
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Those awkward years have hurried by, why did they fly away? |
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Why is it |
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Sir, children grow up to be people one day? |
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What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world outside? |
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What is there for you |
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I can buy? |
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If you wanted the world |
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I'd surround it with a wall, |
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I'd scrawl these words with letters ten feet tall, "TO SIR WTIH LOVE" |
