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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
