One day I'll be grown up
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You'll still be in my head
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I'll be all broken up
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and left to rot in bed
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One day I'll panic
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think that i was never good
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and think of all the things I
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woulda coulda should
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One day I'll not wake up
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One day I'll be gone
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the last thing that
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You'll hear from me
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are the verses of
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this song one day
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One day I won't smoke
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three packs of cigarettes
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Cause I'll have things
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to be happy you
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about discard my regrets
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One day I'll call you
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allow all the truths
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Even though it's much too late
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and all the points are moot
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One day I won't wake up
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with a headful of cement knowing
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I must've got kicked out of
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every place that i went one day
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It'll be different one day
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It will change
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is one day far away
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is one day the only way
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One day's not yesterday
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It's only a day away
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Does one day even matter
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Do you think i'll be okay
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What would i do if you
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Gave me just one thought
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Cross your fingers
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Untie the knot one pulse
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a little shiver
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pull the trigger
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One day I'll be different
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One day I'll change
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One day it'll be different
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I know that somehow things
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have to change
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One day it will all be different
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I swear I think
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I can change one day
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cked down
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and they put you first in line
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And so you finally ask yourself
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just how big you are
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and take your place in a wiser
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world of bigger motor cars
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<Intelrude>
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So Where the hell was Biggles
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when you needed him
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last Saturday
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And where were all the sportsmen
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who always pulled you though
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They're all resting down
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in Cornwall
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writing up their memoirs
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for a paper-back edition
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of the Boy Scout Manual
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See there! A man born
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One Day
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