.When I grow up, I want to be a forester>Run through the moss on high heels
That's what I'll do, throwing out a boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me
When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That's what I'll have staring at the seashell
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