When I grow up,
I wanna live in a place with cobblestones,
And the buildings old like bones.
I'll stay there and buy a bicycle,
From there I'lll buy jam and peanut butter,
And I'll eat with a silver spoon while the birds flutter.
Then I'll sing a lullaby to the cats that live nearby,
And sing and sing till I finally cry,
For we both wish to fly.
Into the cold blue sky
When I grow up.
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