Now that you know me
Maybe we can talk
Forget the line in the sand
Step over the past's
murderous chalk
Grab your string
I'll grab mine
A big tin can to find
Stretch that string
Make it nice & taut
Believe once again
Hope can't be sold
Or bought
Let's talk
My pigtails
Swing, swingin
Your heart
Sing, singin
Hand in your pocket
Rubbing that
Lucky penny
Me & my
Big girl dreams
A feeling uncanny
I'll be the first
Out to throw
My echoed hello
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