We travel single-o
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Maybe we're lucky but, I don't know
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With them just let one kid fall down
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And seven mothers faint
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I guess we're both happy
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But maybe, we ain't
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People, people who need people
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Are the luckiest people in the world
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We're children needing other children
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And yet letting our grown up pride
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Hide all the need inside
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Acting more like children than children
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Lovers are very special people
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They're the luckiest people in the world
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With one person, one very special person
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A feeling deep in your soul
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Says you were half now you're whole
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No more hunger and thirst
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But first be a person who needs people
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People who need people
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Are the luckiest people in the world
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People
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Deborah Gibson |