if you listen closely, you can make it out
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it's the sound of a choir
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sing along with the music in the air
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it's like being in love
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you're lost but not heart-broken
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and you're wondering if you'll still be around
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it's like catching a falling star
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when a girl is your own best friend
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you are, yeah, you are...
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so where on earth do you wanna go?
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to new york city or southern mecixo?
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where the sky is bright and the leaves are green
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where the air is clear and lost but not heart-broken
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and you're wondering who's really around
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it's like being your own best friend
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it's like being your own best friend
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you are, yeah, you are...
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so let me know whenever the time comes
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if you need any assistance
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cuz you know i'll always lend a hand
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and many can begin it again
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cuz i'll tell you who knows
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who knows how the story goes
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now this life will come to an end
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when the flowers are blooming
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and all your friends are gone
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there couldn't be a more fitting end
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being in this movie where you're loss
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and sometimes you're heart-broken
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you're wondering if you even want to be around
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but sometimes your own best friend
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is a girl
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you are, yes, you are...
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Yes, You Are
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| Brad |
