7 am the usual morning line up,
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Start on the chores and sweep till the floor's all clean.
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Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up.
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Sweep again and by then it's like 7:15
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And so I'll read a book, or maybe two or three.
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I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery.
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I'll play guitar and knit and cook and basically,
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Just wonder when will my life begin.
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Then after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking
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Paper mach a bit of ballet and chess.
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Pottery and ventriloquy candle making
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Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch
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Take a climb, sew a dress
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And I'll re-read the books if I have time to spare
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I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere
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Then I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair,
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Stuck in the same place I've always been.
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And I'll keep wondering, and wondering, and wondering, and wondering when will my life begin
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Tomorrow night,
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The lights will appear,
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Just like they do on my birthday each year.
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What is it like out there where they glow?
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Now that I'm older, mother might just let me go...
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When Will My Life Begin
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| Mandy Moore |
