When I grow up, I want to be a forester
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Run through the moss on high heels
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That's what I'll do, throwing out boomerang
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Waiting for it to come back to me
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When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
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Crab claws and bottles of rum
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That's what i'll have staring at the seashell
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Waiting for it to embrace me
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I put my soul in what I do
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Last night I drew a funny man
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with dark eyes and a hanging tongue
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It goes way bad, I never liked a sad look
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From someone who wants to be loved by you
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I'm very good with plants
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When my friends are away
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they let me keep the soil moist
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On the seventh day I rest
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for a minute or two
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then back on my feet and cry for you oooh oh
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You've got cucumbers on your eyes
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Too much time spent on nothing
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waiting for a moment to arise
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The face in the ceiling and arms too long
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I wait for him to catch me
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When I Grow Up
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