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You won't see me coming You won't have a clue You won't suspect nothing Until I get the drop on you And I won't make a sound I won't tip my hand I won't give any warning I won't give up on this plan Until I make my move I'm gonna make my move When I make my move on you You're gonna see what I can do You can't stop what's coming You can't change your fate You may think you're one step ahead, but darlin' You'll find you're far too late And I won't make a sound I won't tip my hand I won't give any warning I won't give up on this plan Until I make my move I'm gonna make my move When I make my move on you You're gonna see what I can do

Turning the corner, and what does he see? A world full of wonder and all his dreams, And that little boy stands up on his feet. Daring the challenge and braving the fall He runs on the ground on which he used to crawl, And that little boy looks so much like me. What did he think he would grow to believe? Would he conquer the world, and learn how to see? Would he grow to be better than anyone thought he could be? And the the little boy learned how to write and to read; It seemed he was just two, but now he's seventeen. And that little boy's constantly falling down onto his knees, And that little boy still looks just like me. He grabs up his keys and he heads out the door, He wants to places he hasn't before, And that little boy walks away from me. Where would he go and what things would he see? And will he hang onto his childhood dreams? Would he grow to be better than I ever hoped he could be? And the little boy grew until I watched him leave. He was just seventeen, but now he's forty-three, And that little boy's still always falling down onto his knees, And that little boy still looks just like me. And the little boy asks me if I still believe. His eyes are so big as he looks up at me, And I choke as I find myself falling down onto my knees. 'Cause the little boy's gone, and all that's left now is me. I wonder if I ever helped him to see A world full of wonder and all of his dreams, A world he could conquer, and always be free To look in the mirror and like what he sees? And that little boy still looks just like me.