It just took a little while for me to get my head together
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Growing up's the hardest thing I've ever done
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Here I am like a stranger in the house I grew up in
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And learned right from wrong in if I did
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Where the sun never shined enough on daddies growing older
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And mothers never died in but she did
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And I remember feeling guilty cause I couldn't wait to leave here
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Though I loved 'em every way that I knew how
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So I packed up all my yesterdays and headed for tomorrow
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And it's almost tomorrow now
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And daddy's little girl is home but where's the little girl gone
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She bundled up her dirty jeans and teenie bopper magazine
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In search of what her life was all about
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With a little rag doll named Charlie Brown
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And an ole suitcase full of hand me downs
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And a loneliness she knew so much about
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Now the dreams that I trusted and all the playthings have rusted
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But here I am a woman somehow
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And all those growing pains of yesterdays are gonna get me through tomorrow
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Cause it's almost tomorrow now
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And daddy's little girl is home but where's the little girl gone
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She bundled up her dirty jeans...
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Oh but I can still remember when I used to gaze out this window
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Wondering who I was and what I would become
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And it just took a little while for me to get my head together
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Growing up's the hardest thing I've ever done
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Oh but I can still remember...
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Little Girl Gone
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Donna Fargo |