i've never any time to play
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it always seems to slip away
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or it never really goes by
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while i wait here with my level head
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for our only try
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sing with your head up
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with your eyes closed;
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not because you love the song,
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because you love to sing
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because you love to sing, oh
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you saw frustration on my brow
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you noticed i'm distracted now.
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i'm thinking only of my billfold
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and how I want to face you with
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diamonds and gold in my hand, in my hand
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sing with your head up
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with your eyes closed
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not because you love the song
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because you love to sing
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because you love to sing, oh
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You Love To Sing
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| Copeland |
