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Tomorrow's Daughter
Tomorrow's daughter
she speaks to rainbows
her head is in the clouds
no her feet don't touch the ground
Tomorrow's daughter
she has tea parties in the closet
whispering poetry to ragdolls
no she never makes a peep or a sound
Tomorrow's daughter
she points toward the sun
her eyes pirouettes around the moon
she can see the wild flowers bloom
Tomorrow's daughter
her friends they sit on step stools
spreading jam on points of toast
she watches the sparrows fly
to Capistrano
Tomorrow's Daughter
her voice is silent at night
while she paints on the wall
her friends scurry down the hall
O' don't you... hear her... sing her song
she speaks to rainbows
her head is in the clouds
no her feet don't touch the ground
Tomorrow's daughter
she has tea parties in the closet
whispering poetry to ragdolls
no she never makes a peep or a sound
Tomorrow's daughter
she points toward the sun
her eyes pirouettes around the moon
she can see the wild flowers bloom
Tomorrow's daughter
her friends they sit on step stools
spreading jam on points of toast
she watches the sparrows fly
to Capistrano
Tomorrow's Daughter
her voice is silent at night
while she paints on the wall
her friends scurry down the hall
O' don't you... hear her... sing her song
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