I'm gonna my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green And as the English Channel's wide And I'm tell my son to keep his money in his mattress And his watch on any hand between his And I'm lock my son up in a tower Till I write my whole story on the back of his big brown eyes
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I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is And games are just another way of And I'm tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes Because for every there are half a million lies And I'm lock my son up in a tower Till he learns to let his hair down far to climb outside
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