| 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 much money, but, boy if I did |
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I'd buy a big house where we both could live |
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If I was a sculptor, but then again no |
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Or a man who makes 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 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 the verses they've got me quite crossed |
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But the sun's been quite king, while I wrote this song |
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It's for people like you that they keep turned on |
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So excuse me and forget but these 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 reallly mean |
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Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen |
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And you can tell everybody ... |
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How wonderful life is while you're in the world |
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