I can keep canaries and
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cook on a camper stove
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eat baked beans with a spoon
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and smell of ginger beer
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I can potter into town
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and pick up your prescriptions
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and if you're ever sad I'll pull
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potatoes from your ears
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potatoes from your ears
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Someday when I'm older I will
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Rock upon a porch with you
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Rock upon a porch with you
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Remembering the stupid things
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we did when we were young
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A hard boiled egg and soldiers in a
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cafe with an ocean view
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sitting silently across from you
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sipping strawberry daiquiris and
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twiddling our thumbs
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till we grow old
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I just want to quietly
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collect up my cavalry
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Curl up into a little ball
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and plot my revenge
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and it might sound stupid but
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the saddest thing about growing up
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is that I will never think
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I'm spiderman again
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I'm spiderman again
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Someday when I'm older I will
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Rock upon a porch with you
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Rock upon a porch with you
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Remembering when I was young
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and I still had my own teeth
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and it's sad to think that
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there might still be
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dreams of ours that won't come true
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they probably never will come true
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and we'll regret the things we didn't do
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and suck on travel sweets till we grow old
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Someday when I'm older I will
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Rock upon a porch with you
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Rock upon a porch with you
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Remembering the price of Polos
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and the books we used to read
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'cause somehow after everything and
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everyone that we've been through
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I'm kind of looking forward to
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rocking back and forth with you
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on the front steps of our sweet retirement home
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Rock Upon A Porch With You
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The Boy Least Likely To |