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Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter |
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Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter |
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Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade |
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Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to |
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If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you |
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Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade? |
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I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum |
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And if I'm fanned out |
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Your turn at bat, sir, at least I didn't fake it |
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Hat, sir? I guess I didn't make it |
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But whether I'm a rose of sheer perfection |
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A freckle on the nose of life's complexion |
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A cinder on the shiny apple of its eye |
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I gotta fly once, I gotta try once only can die once |
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Right, sir? |
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Ooh, love is juicy, juicy and you see |
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I gotta have my bite, sir |
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Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer |
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I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer |
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Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade |
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I'm gonna live and live now |
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Get what I want I know how |
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One roll for the whole shebang |
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One throw that bell will go clang |
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Eye on the target and wham |
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One shot, one gunshot, and bam |
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Hey world, here I am |
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I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum |
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And if I'm fanned out |
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Your turn at bat, sir, at least I didn't fake it! |
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Hat, sir? I guess I didn't make it |
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Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a comer |
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I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer |
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Nobody, no, nobody is gonna rain on my parade |
