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Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are 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 thank someone who's taken you from crayons to perfume? It isn't easy, but I'll try |
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If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky |
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In letters that would soar a thousand feet high |
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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, Sir, children grow up to be people one day? |
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What takes the place of climbing trees |
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And dirty knees in the world outside? |
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What is there for you I can buy? |
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If you wanted the world I'd surround it with a wall |
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I'd scrawl these words with letters ten feet tall |
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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 I know that I am leaving my best friend |
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A friend who taught me right from wrong, weak from strong |
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That's a lot to learn |
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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 |
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To Sir with love |
