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When I grow up
I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have Staring at the seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I put my soul in what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dark eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way bad I never liked a sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you I'm very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet and cry for you You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I wait for him to catch me Waiting for you to embrace me |
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| 2. |
| 5:59 |
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When I grow up
I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have Staring at the seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I put my soul in what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dark eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way bad I never liked a sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you I'm very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet and cry for you You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I wait for him to catch me Waiting for you to embrace me |
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| 3. |
| 4:28 |
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When I grow up
I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have Staring at the seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I put my soul in what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dark eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way bad I never liked a sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you I'm very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet and cry for you You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I wait for him to catch me Waiting for you to embrace me |
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| 16:41 | 
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| 5. |
| 9:16 |
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When I grow up
I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have Staring at the seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I put my soul in what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dark eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way bad I never liked a sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you I'm very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet and cry for you You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I wait for him to catch me Waiting for you to embrace me |
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| 6:02 |
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When I grow up
I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have Staring at the seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I put my soul in what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dark eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way bad I never liked a sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you I'm very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet and cry for you You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I wait for him to catch me Waiting for you to embrace me |
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| 8:00 |
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When I grow up
I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have Staring at the seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I put my soul in what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dark eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way bad I never liked a sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you I'm very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet and cry for you You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I wait for him to catch me Waiting for you to embrace me |
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| 6:17 |
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When I grow up
I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have Staring at the seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I put my soul in what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dark eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way bad I never liked a sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you I'm very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet and cry for you You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I wait for him to catch me Waiting for you to embrace me |
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| 5:55 |
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When I grow up
I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have Staring at the seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I put my soul in what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dark eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way bad I never liked a sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you I'm very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet and cry for you You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I wait for him to catch me Waiting for you to embrace me |
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