Tiny children on their own They learn so fast How to make new friends How to play their new games I remember a man He had shiny hair Always hanging around When you went away Little eightyearold She knows too many secrets Much too young to understand What it means I remember a woman With silver hair And the smell and the taste of The bed we shared And thats how I behaved Every time that you went away And now, though Im older nothings changed Playing the same games And I knew every day Came a chance that youd leave me So I found what I could to take your place Told me not to cry Said that Id survive As he waved goodbye And I want to try Not to make you cry Want us to survive Never say goodbye But thats how I behave when you go away Because though Im older nothings changed Playing the same games And I know every day Theres a chance that youll leave me So I find what I can to take your place
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