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Saturday, January 29, 2005
you say i cant live in dreams anymore
that life is not a fairytale waiting to be told
that im a grown up girl now, no longer five years old
tired of being black and white
gotta add some colour to my life
not putting my heart with other things for sale
gonna live in a frontroom fairytale
not gonna dodge those raindrops anymore
its only water anyway
sunshine is for skipping in and
rolling is for hay
i could have stayed with you and
grown up in a day
but the best decision that we made was
going seperate ways
