You've got your world and I've got mine
and it's a shame
two grown up worlds that could never be the same
Why can't we be like storybook children
running through the rain hand in hand across the meadow
why can't we be like storybook children
in a wonderland where nothing's planned
for tomorrow
You've got his ring, you've got his heart
you've got his baby
and it's too late to turn around
and start again
How happy we ould be... if only we... were storybook children

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