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I can keep canaries and |
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cook on a camper stove |
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eat baked beans with a spoon |
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and smell of ginger beer |
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I can potter into town |
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and pick up your prescriptions |
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and if you're ever sad I'll pull |
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potatoes from your ears |
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potatoes from your ears |
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Someday when I'm older I will |
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Rock upon a porch with you |
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Rock upon a porch with you |
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Remembering the stupid things |
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we did when we were young |
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A hard boiled egg and soldiers in a |
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cafe with an ocean view |
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sitting silently across from you |
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sipping strawberry daiquiris and |
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twiddling our thumbs |
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till we grow old |
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I just want to quietly |
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collect up my cavalry |
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Curl up into a little ball |
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and plot my revenge |
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and it might sound stupid but |
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the saddest thing about growing up |
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is that I will never think |
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I'm spiderman again |
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I'm spiderman again |
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Someday when I'm older I will |
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Rock upon a porch with you |
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Rock upon a porch with you |
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Remembering when I was young |
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and I still had my own teeth |
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and it's sad to think that |
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there might still be |
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dreams of ours that won't come true |
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they probably never will come true |
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and we'll regret the things we didn't do |
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and suck on travel sweets till we grow old |
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Someday when I'm older I will |
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Rock upon a porch with you |
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Rock upon a porch with you |
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Remembering the price of Polos |
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and the books we used to read |
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'cause somehow after everything and |
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everyone that we've been through |
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I'm kind of looking forward to |
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rocking back and forth with you |
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on the front steps of our sweet retirement home |
