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Once more, for the dollhouse, |
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Will we ever paint the walls? |
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Once more, for the mountains, |
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May we find them at our door. |
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Your dreams are so quiet, |
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Don't you need them anymore? |
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Some day, we'll be lions, and we'll sing out to them all. |
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One day when I'm older, |
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Will I find out where you've gone? |
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We swore to no strangers, |
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Now they've crowded up our hearts. |
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So long to the wreckage, |
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I won't hide it if it's wrong. |
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Some day we'll be lions, we'll be dancing as before. |
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Your dreams are so quiet, |
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Don't you need me anymore? |
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Some day we'll be lions, we'll be singing to them all. |
