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| Youth or Childhood Perhaps I had a wicked childhood. Perhaps I had a miserable youth. But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past, There must have been a moment of truth. For here you are standing here, loving me, Whether or not you should. So, somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good. Nothing comes from nothing, Nothing ever could, So, somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good. (Captain) Do you know when I first started loving you? That night at the dinner table when you sat on that ridiculous pinecone. (Maria) What? I knew the first time you blew that silly whistle. (Captain) Oh, my love. For here you are, standing here loving me, Whether or not you should. (Maria) So, somewhere in my youth, or childhood, I must have done something good. (Both) Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could. (Maria) So, somewhere in my youth (Captain) Oh childhood (Maria) I must have done something, (Both) Something good. |
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