7 AM, the usual morning lineup:
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Start on the chores and sweep 'til 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
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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
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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 mache, 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, take a climb,
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Sew a dress!
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And I'll reread the books
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If I have time to spare
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I'll paint the walls some more,
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I'm sure there's room somewhere.
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And then I'll brush and brush,
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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 wonderin' and wonderin'
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And wonderin' and wonderin'
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When will my life begin?
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And tomorrow night,
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Lights will appear
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Just like they do on my birthday each year.
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What is it like
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Out there where they glow?
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Now that I'm older,
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Mother might just
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Let me go ...
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When Will My Life Begin?
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| Mandy Moore |
