I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is 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 gonna my son up in a tower Till I write my whole life on the back of his big brown eyes
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I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so death is cheap And are just another way of life And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of for every truth there are half a million lies And I'm gonna lock my son up in a Till he learns to let his down far enough to climb outside
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