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when i was eight, i couldn't waita little more, a little moreand as i grew, i thought of youa little more, a little moreat once i knew, i had to doa little more, a little morei wish i may but i can't saya little more, a little moretime keeps robbing me blindso is it a crime if i take what's mineand a little more just to get bythe more i see, the more i needa little more, a little morethe more i take, the more i achea little more, a little moretime keeps robbing me blindso is it a crime if i take what's mineand a little more just to get byi know you're tired, but try to smilea little more, a little morecause when it's past, we'll have at lasta little more, a little more From Letras Mania