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They don't really understand it, but I do.
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You see, sometimes my stomach gets bored of being a stomach
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and decides it's a sailing ship.
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Then my heart gets jealous and decides it wants to be a see-saw.
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And before you know it, my lungs are arguing with one another
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whether to be lungs or sponges full of seawater.
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Well, at least that's what I tell my nieces and nephews.
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Marianne tells me you like children.
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My poor father almost went mad
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when I told him I'd stopped taking sugar in my tea.
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I was 14,
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reading your name in the papers,