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You plant a rose |
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And if the rose comes up |
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You're thankful to God |
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And when it doesn't you cuss him |
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You raise a child |
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And when the child grows up |
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You got to learn to let go |
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If you can't learn to love him |
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But, oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing |
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Hear all them bells ringing out in the street |
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Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe |
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'Cause if I don't believe in love |
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Then I don't believe in you |
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And I do |
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Now I'm not saying only bad news comes |
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For the people who want it |
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But you gotta play that music for who's listening |
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You got to have someone you wanna sing it to |
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Oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing |
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Hear all them bells ringing out in the street |
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Blue sky cracking and it makes me believe |
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Oh, hear all them bells ringing out in the street |
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Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe |
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'Cause if I don't believe in love |
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Then I don't believe in you |
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And I do |
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Close my eyes, see the glorious sunset |
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Through the windows of a store and I want it |
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Anyway, if I ever felt haunted |
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You were there for me |
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These angry people who are waiting to judge you |
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Have their own judgment that they'll have live up to |
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Open your mouth |
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And if nothing come through |
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Remember |
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You're the one that sings |
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And it's a gift |
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And life's a beautiful thing |
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Oh, don't waste it doll |
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You build a house and if the house comes up |
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You gotta work on that house |
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If you want to make it your home |
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'Cause everything inside that's not something you own |
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Is what you're taking with you |
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On the day that you go |
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And oh, what a beautiful world when we sing |
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Hear all them bells ringing out in the street |
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Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe |
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Hear all them bells ringing out in the street |
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Oh, hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe |
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'Cause if I don't believe in love |
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Then I don't believe in you |
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And I do |