It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
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I'm not one of those who can easily hide
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I don't have much money but boy if I did
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I'd buy a big house where we both could live
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If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
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Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
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I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
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My gift is my song and this one's for you
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And you can tell everybody this is your song
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It may be quite simple but now that it's done
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I hope you don't mind
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I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
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How wonderful life is while you're in the world
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I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
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Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
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But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
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It's for people like you that keep it turned on
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So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
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You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
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Anyway the thing is what I really mean
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Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
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Your Song
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| Andy Williams |
