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If you see Rose Dover |
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That's her secret name |
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She would meet 3 others |
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To keep the forest safe |
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She says "my reality was soon called |
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Make Believe, imagination's funeral |
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killed by the teenage me" |
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You don't have to throw it away |
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Throw being a kid away |
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Just because you're growing up |
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Faster everyday |
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You don't have to throw it all away |
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You don't have to throw it all away |
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There's a way |
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I've been thinking lately it's not |
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A permanent situation |
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Just a phase that she's in |
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I've been thinking lately |
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I've been thinking lately |
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It's not permanent |
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A scattering of birds |
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Above her head |
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A scattering of birds |
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That whisper to her |
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"You don't have to throw it away |
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Throw being a kid away |
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Just because you're growing up |
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Faster everyday |
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You don't have to throw it all away |
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There's a way" |
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Happy was Rose Dover |
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Speaking badger, fawn, rabbit |
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(Behind the lumberjacks) |
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Pondering the dilemma |
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At the Redwood conference |
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She cries, "my reality is now called |
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Make Believe, imagination's funeral |
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Killed by the teenage me" |
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You don't have to throw it away |
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Throw being a kid away |
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Just because you're growing up |
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Faster everyday |
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You don't have to throw it all away |
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You don't have to throw it all away |
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And as you rise |
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A rose you will forever stay |
