DONNA:
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Schoolbag in hand
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She leaves home in the early morning
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Waving goodbye
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With an absent-minded smile
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I watch her go
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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 loosing 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
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Slipping through my fingers all the time
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Do I really see what's in her mind
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Each time I think I'm close to knowing
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She keeps on growing
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Slipping through my fingers all the time
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Sleep in our eyes
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Her and me at the breakfast table
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Barely awake
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I let precious time go by
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Then when she's gone
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There's that odd melancholy feeling
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And a sense of guilt
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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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Well some of that we did
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But most we didn't
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And why I just don't know
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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
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Slipping through my fingers all the time
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Do I really see what's in her mind
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Each time I think I'm close to knowing
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She keeps on growing
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Slipping through my fingers all the time
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DONNA & SOPHIE:
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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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DONNA:
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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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Slipping Through My Fingers
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| Meryl Streep |
