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DONNA: |
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Schoolbag in hand |
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She leaves home in the early morning |
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Waving goodbye |
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With an absent-minded smile |
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I watch her go |
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With a surge of that well-known sadness |
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And I have to sit down for a while |
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The feeling that I'm loosing her forever |
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And without really entering her world |
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I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter |
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That funny little girl |
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Slipping through my fingers all the time |
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I try to capture every minute |
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The feeling in it |
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Slipping through my fingers all the time |
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Do I really see what's in her mind |
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Each time I think I'm close to knowing |
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She keeps on growing |
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Slipping through my fingers all the time |
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Sleep in our eyes |
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Her and me at the breakfast table |
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Barely awake |
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I let precious time go by |
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Then when she's gone |
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There's that odd melancholy feeling |
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And a sense of guilt |
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I can't deny |
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What happened to the wonderful adventures |
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The places I had planned for us to go |
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Well some of that we did |
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But most we didn't |
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And why I just don't know |
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Slipping through my fingers all the time |
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I try to capture every minute |
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The feeling in it |
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Slipping through my fingers all the time |
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Do I really see what's in her mind |
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Each time I think I'm close to knowing |
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She keeps on growing |
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Slipping through my fingers all the time |
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DONNA & SOPHIE: |
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Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture |
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And save it from the funny tricks of time |
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Slipping through my fingers - |
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DONNA: |
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Schoolbag in hand |
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She leaves home in the early morning |
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Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile |
