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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 could both live.
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If I were a sculptor, but then again no,
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Or a man who sells 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, I hope you don't mind
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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 those verses, you know what, make me cross
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But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote down 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 that 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, what I really mean
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Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.
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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, I hope you don't mind
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what I put down in words
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How wonderful life is while you're in the world.
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I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
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what I put down in words
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How wonderful life is while you're in the world.
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While you're in the world
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While you're in the world
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YOUR SONG
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| Rod Stewart |
