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VERSE Bmaj. w/an open E Emaj w/an F# Seven A.M., the usual morning line-up Bmaj. w/an open E Emaj w/an F# Start on the chores, and sweep 'til the floor's all clean
CPolish and wax, do laundry and mop and Gshine up Bmaj7Sweep again
EAnd by then BIt's, like, seven-fifteen
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EAnd so I'll read a Abook EOr maybe two or three
EI'll add a few new Apaintings ETo my gallery
C#mI'll play guitar and Aknit and cook Bmaj 7 E And basic'ly
C#mJust wonder, Awhen willBmaj7 my life begEin? VERSE Then, after lunch, it's puzzles, and darts and baking... Papier-maché, a bit of ballet, and chess... Pottery and ventriloquy, candle-making... Then I'll stretch Maybe sketch Take a climb Sew a dress And I'll re-read the books If I have time to spare I'll paint the wall some more I'm sure there's room somewhere And then I'll brush, and brush And brush, and brush my hair Stuck in the same place I've always been And I'll keep won'dring And won'dring And won'dring And won'dring When will my life begin? Tomorrow night... The lights will appear Just like they do on my birthday each year What is it like Out there where they glow? Now that I'm older Mother might just let me go...