Why do we
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want to be
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ballerinas when we grow up
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when we grow up
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little boys dream the night away
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with fighting fires
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when we grow up
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torlege releve rondejambe
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and found and up
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found and up
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firemen slide on down the pole and sound
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the siren
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everybody up
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all is well in my sorrow
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isn't she a beauty
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burning hall
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ash and shadow
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here comes the hero
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little eyes
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small but wide
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young but wiser
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all looking up
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all looking up
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for your hat
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and your axe
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and your yellow jacket
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daddy get up
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ash to ash dust to dust
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none could muster
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daddy get up
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daddy get up
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they see what you couldn't do
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when consumed by fire
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days glow
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sleep in the hollow
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dreams in the hollow
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pesky old crow
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heather and thistle
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no prints to follow
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hope that they follow
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hope's all they know
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all is well in my sorrow
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isn't she a beauty
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burning hall
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ash and shadow
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here comes the hero
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oh i tried to put it out
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but the big tree was falling
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and now i find him reaching out
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but the big tree it fell
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cross the sea
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her dancing broken dream
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so i'm lacing up
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i'm lacing up
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for musing starts
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in broken hearts
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the most courageous beauty
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so i'm lacing up
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mother's milk
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ragged silk
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chalk's in the hall tree
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tattered toe shoes
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broken toes
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releve turn and pray
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for mother's broken dancer
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days glow..
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all is well..
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Dreams In The Hollow
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Jesca Hoop |