Schoolbag in hand,
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she leaves home in the early morning
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Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
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I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
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And I have to sit down for a while
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The feeling that I'm losing her forever
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And without really entering her world
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I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
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That funny little girl
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Slipping through my fingers all the time
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I try to capture every minute
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The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time
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Do I really see what's in her mind Each time
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I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time
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Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by
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Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
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And a sense of guilt I can't deny
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What happened to the wonderful adventures
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The places I had planned for us to go
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(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
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Well, some of that we did but most we didn't And why I just don't know
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Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute
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The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time
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Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing
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She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time
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Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
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And save it from the funny tricks of time
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Slipping through my fingers...
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Slipping through my fingers all the time
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Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
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Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...
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sleeping through my fingers
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| meryl streep |
