Watch the children sing, but not to be singers
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And so hopeful, they still are believers
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There's so much to do or say without repeating
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And a sad story hoped she would keep reading
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Maybe a message or just not perceiving
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There's so much to do or say without repeating
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So why don't we?
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And don't expect too much, okay?
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Cause the best, the worst might have passed anyway
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And like the light house we watched it spin 'round and 'round
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There's just some things
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They aren't meant to touch the ground
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Bada ba bada ba bada bum bum...
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And let our legs just run, no concept of distance
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And all these rules we've learned could make no difference
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There's so much to do or say without repeating
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And it's the subtle laugh that will keep ringing
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And what was overlooked could now have meaning
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There's so much to do or say without repeating
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So why don't we?
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And don't expect too much, okay?
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Cause the best, the worst might have passed anyway
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And like the light house we watched it spin 'round and 'round
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There's just some things
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They aren't meant to touch the ground
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Bada ba bada ba bada bum bum...
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Light House
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Maria Taylor |