Why do we want to be ballerinas
When we grow up, when we grow up?
Little boys dream the night away with fighting fires
When we grow up
Tour jeté, relevé, ron de jambe
And round and up, round and up
Firemen sliding down the pole and sound the siren
Everybody up!
Oh-oh, oh no, no, oh-oh
All is well in my sorrow
Oh, oh, isn't she a beauty?
Burning hall, ash and shadow
Oh, oh, here comes the hero
Oh, oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no
No, oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no
Little eyes, small but wide
Young but wiser
All looking up, all looking up
For your hat and your axe and your yellow jacket
Daddy, get up
Ash to ash, dust to dust, none could muster
Daddy, get up, daddy, get up
They see what you didn't do when consumed by fire
Days glow
Sleep in the hollow
Dreams in the hollow
Pesky old crow
Heather and thistle
No prints to follow
Hope that they follow
Hope's all they know
All is well in my sorrow
Oh, oh, isn't she a beauty?
Burning hall, ash and shadow
Oh, oh, here comes the hero
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, lo
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, lo (Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no)
Oh, I tried to put it out
But the big tree was falling
And now, I find him reaching out
But the big tree, it fell
Cross the sea, her dancing broken dream
So I'm lacing up, I'm lacing up
For musing starts in broken hearts
The most courageous beauty
So I'm lacing up
Mother's milk, ragged silk, chalk's in the hall tree
Ragged toe shoes, broken toe
Relevé, turn and pray for mother's broken dancer
Days glow
Sleep in the hollow
Dreams in the hollow
Pesky old crow
Heather and thistle
No prints to follow
Hope that they follow
Hope's all they know
All is well in my sorrow
Oh, oh, isn't she a beauty?
Burning hall, ash and shadow
Oh, oh, here comes the hero
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