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How old was i, 5 or 6 or so |
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The innocent years, long ago |
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Father on a chair reaching up so far |
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Crowning the tree, with that old tin star |
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And it shines so pretty diamonds in the sun |
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Nothin' but good things will ever come |
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Little boy don't grow up stay as sweet as you are |
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So you still gaze in wonder at that old tin star. |
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I grew up and i found a place to live |
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As i unpacked my things i found a gift |
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And it felt like home, though i'd come so far |
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For there in my hands was that old tin star |
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And it shines so pretty, diamonds in the sun |
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Nothing but good things, will ever come |
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Little boy don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are |
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So you still gaze in wonder, at that old tin star. |
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I have kids of my own and troubles i've had some |
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I've cried my tears and i've had my fun |
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I climb that chair and i reach out so far |
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And my son looks up at that old tin star |
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And it shines so pretty, diamonds in the sun |
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Nothing but good things will ever come |
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Little boy don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are |
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So you still gaze in wonder, at that old tin star. |