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My little sister sings herself to sleep |
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She doesn't know we're listening |
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To her lullaby so innocent and sweet |
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I've rocked her cradle 'til her tears were dry |
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And chased away a sleepless night |
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With a fairy-tale reliving the best years of my life |
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When I look into her eyes and then I realize |
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Everything she's going through will be her memories |
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When she's older and wiser, she's making her history |
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And everything we're going through will be our memories |
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I'm gonna make them worth remembering for years, oh |
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I'm gonna tell her when she wants to know |
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But in the end she's on her own |
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No more fairy-tales, just giving the best years of her life |
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As a mother or a wife, a woman with a child |
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Everything she's going through will be her memories |
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When she's older and wiser, she's making her history |
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And everything we're going through will be our memories |
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I'm gonna make them worth remembering for years, oh |
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Everything she's going through will be her memories |
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When she's older and wiser, she's making her history |
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And everything we're going through will be our memories |
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I'm gonna make them worth remembering for years |
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Memories, memories |
