Now the time has come to say goodbye
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And I leave before I start to cry
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Nothing happening 'round here no more
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Gonna leave through my little red door
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Back in school when we were young and free
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Not a thing would upset you or me
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Now I feel my heart it beats so soft
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As I leave through my little red door
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But growing up is very hard to do
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But don't let all that growing smother you
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All the time you needed is now gone
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All that's left is happy playground songs
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That you will song no more
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Now it seems if you're not settled down
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With a house and children running 'round
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People wonder what you should be doin'
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And they think you live your life in ruin
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But growing up is very hard to do
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But don't let all that growing smother you
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All the time you needed is now gone
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All that's left is happy playground songs
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That you will song no more
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Now the time has come to say goodbye
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Nothing happening 'round here no more
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Gonna leave through my little red door
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Little Red Door
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| The Zutons |
