Daniella, she sits by the tree in the playground
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Sometimes we go there and the children all play
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But no one can tell me just where is Daniella
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When she looks in the distance that way
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Daniella, your hair is growing wild like a jungle
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Like a garden of ivy that's been blown by the wind
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In the morning we brush it and tie it with a ribbon
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And in the evening it has flown loose again
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In the afternoon when the day seems forever
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And the night feels like never then she will sigh
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But no one can tell me just where is Daniella
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When her thoughts wander off to the sky
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Ilana's her friend, she runs fast like a squirrel
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She has big brown eyes and sometimes she cries
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But she stops very soon and they both play together
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Making castles and strawberry pies
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And sometimes Daniella believes she's a sparrow
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She sits by the window and eats sunflower seeds
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She watches the rain and the birds on the rooftops
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Often I wonder just what she sees
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In the afternoon when the day seems forever
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And the night feels like never then she will sigh
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Oh no one can tell me just where is Daniella
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When her thoughts wander off to the sky
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Daniella
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Suzanne Vega |