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When I was a child, I spoke as a child |
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Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild |
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I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris |
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but I'm starin' at cornfields and they're starin' at meBut dreams are just things that keep in a jar |
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You bury your dreams or you wish on a star |
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for an ocean line ticket back to where you were born |
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Away from these hard times and the acres of cornEvery now and again I take a small drink |
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from the blackberry brandy hidden under the sink |
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And I pull out that steam trunk and put on my gown |
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and I waltz through these cornfields 'til I fall to the groundBut dreams are just things that you keep in a trunk |
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'til the men are out workin' or you've gone a bit drunk |
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Then you unlock your dreams, but they're tattered and worn |
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So you stare out the window at the acres of cornDreams are just things that keep in a jar |
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You bury your dreams or you wish on a star |
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for an ocean line ticket back to where you were born |
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Away from these hard times and the acres of cornWhen I was a child, I spoke as a child |
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Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild |