It's a little bit funny
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This feeling inside
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I'm not one of those
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Who can easily hide
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I ain't got much money
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But, girl, if I did
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I'd buy a big house
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Where we both could live
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If I was a sculptor
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But then again, no
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Or a man who makes potions
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In a traveling show
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I, I know it ain't much
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But it's the best I can do
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My gift is my song
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And this one's for you
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And you can tell everybody
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That this is your song
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It may be quite simple
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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
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That I put down in words
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How wonderful life is
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While you're in the world
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I sat on the roof
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And kicked off the moss
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Well, a few of the verses
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They've got me quite cross
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And the sun seemed quite nice
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While I wrote this song
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It's for people like you
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That keep it turned on
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So excuse me forgetting
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But these things I do
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You see, I've forgotten
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If they're green or they're blue
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Anyway, the thing is
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What I really mean
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Your's are the sweetest eyes
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I've ever seen
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And you can tell everybody
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That this is your song
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It may be quite simple
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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
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What I put down in words
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How wonderful life is
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While you're in the world
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I hope you don't mind
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I hope you don't mind
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What I put down in words
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I hope you don't mind
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I hope you don't mind
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You can tell everybody
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How wonderful life is
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While you're in the world
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Your Song
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| Holy Mother |
