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She ain't got no money
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Her clothes are kinda funny
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Her hair is kinda wild and free
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Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
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And nobody knows like me
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She talks kinda lazy
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And people say she she's crazy
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And her life's a mystery
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Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
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And nobody knows like me
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There's something about her hand holding mine
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It's a feeling that's fine
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And I just gotta say
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She's really got a magical spell
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And it's working so well
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That I can't get away
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I'm a lucky fella
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And I've just got to tell her
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That I love her endlessly
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Because Love grows where my Rosemary goes
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And nobody knows like me
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There's something about her hand holding mine
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It's a feeling that's fine
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And I just gotta say
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She's really got a magical spell
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And it's working so well
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That I can't get away
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I'm a lucky fella
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And I've just got to tell her
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That I love her endlessly
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Because Love grows where my Rosemary goes
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And nobody knows like me
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Fadeout:
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It keeps growing every place she's been
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And nobody knows like me
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If you've met her, you'll never forget her
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And nobody knows like me
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La la la- believe it when you've seen it
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Nobody knows like me
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Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes
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| Edison Lighthouse |
