She's a dreamer
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And if you let her
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Fall asleep too fast
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Just to make it last
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Stay what seems forever
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For her there's nothing better
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So better go and get her
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Before time slips on by
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Up an attic stair
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She knows she can find it there
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Pulling out the cedar chest
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Slipping off her Sunday best
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Slipping into lace
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Veil pulled over face
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Hides disgrace, puts her in her place
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And time slips on by, time slips on by
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Hey when she's having FUN!!! Time slips on by&&..
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Now her attention span
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Stretched between two hands
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Snaps like a rubber band
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Sails across the room and
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Her morning comes too soon
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Still, not a word by noon
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Night falls
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And, still, not a word at all
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When she's having FUN! Time slips on by&&&
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Times slips on by, time slips on by
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Here, everyday the sun will shine
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(If she had it her way)
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Every days the first of May
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(Oh such a beautiful day)
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Here, children never run or hide
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They only play
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In her perfect world
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She's a fancy Gearle
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Flowers growing everywhere
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More then she can ever wear
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She can pick them (yes, she can)
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She can even hold them in her hand
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Her petals never fade or fall
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Nor, time will never tick at all
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When she's having fun, time slips on by
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When She's Having Fun
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| Stacey Earle |
