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Fire under footfall.Fire over skies.
Fire on a matchstick.Fire in my eyes.
Fire holding hunger.Fire seeking wood.
Fire hiding danger.Fire feeling good.
When Harry went awayhe stole a part of Mum.No-one warned us. No-one said.We looked and looked for ages –
Ah sey, ah want it short,Short back an' side,Ah tell him man, ah tell himWhen ah teck him aside,Ah sey, ah want a haircutAh can wear with pride,
I like to stay upand listenwhen big people talkingjumbie stories
I does feelso tingly and excitedinside me
I wanna be a star.I wanna go far.I wanna drive around in a big red car.I said yeah yeah yeahI wanna be a star.
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.
Let me do it, let me do itLet me blow up the balloonLet me do it, let me do itLet me go to the moon
I told a whopper, a fib, a lie.Slipped out of my mouth. It was slimy, sly.
Save me, it hissed. A secret must hide.So I opened my bag and it slithered inside.
A little bit of rice,a little bit of pea,on my platefor my tea.
A little bit of jam,a little bit of toast,in the morningswhen I love it most.
One moment they were there and we were having funNow they've disappeared, every single one.I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared