Those schoolgirl days of telling tales And biting nails are gone
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But in my mind I know
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They will still live on and on
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But how do you thank someone
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Who has taken you from crayons to perfume,
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ÁöµµÇØÁ̴ּø ºÐ¿¡°Ô ¾î¶»°Ô ´Ù °¨»ç¸¦ ÇؾßÇÒ±î¿ä
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It isn't easy but I'll try
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±×°Ç ½¬¿î ÀÏÀÌ ¾Æ´ÏÁö¸¸ ³ ³ë·ÂÇÒ °Å¿¹¿ä
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If you wanted the sky
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I'd write across the sky in letters
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That would soar a thousand feet high To Sir, With Love
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'¼±»ý´Ô²² »ç¶ûÀ»'À̶ó°í ¾²°Ú½À´Ï´Ù
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The time has gone, for closing book
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And long last looks must end
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And as I leave I know that I am leaving my best friend
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A friend who taught me right from wrong
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And weak from strong that's a lot to learn
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What, what can I give you in return
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If you wanted the moon
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I would try to make a start
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But I would rather you let give my heart
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To Sir, With Love
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.Those awkward years have hurried by why did they fly away
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±× Èûµé¾ú´ø ½ÃÀýÀº ¿Ö ±×·¸°Ô »¡¸® Áö³ª°¡ ¹ö·ÈÀ»±î¿ä
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Why is it Sir children grow up to be people one day
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What takes the place of climbing trees
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And dirty knees in the world outside
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What is there for you I can buy
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If you wanted the world
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I'd surround it with a wall I'd scrawl
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These words with letters ten feet tall To Sir With Love
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To Sir, With Love (with Al Green)
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Vonda Shepard |