When I grow up
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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
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Throwing out a boomerang
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Waiting for it to come back to me
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When I grow up
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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
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Staring at a seashell
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Waiting for it to embrace me
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I put my soul into what I do
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Last night I drew a funny man
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With dog eyes and a hanging tongue
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It goes way back
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I never like that 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 to call for you
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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
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And arms too long
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I'm waiting for him to catch me
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Waiting for it to embrace me oh
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When I Grow Up
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| Fever Ray |
