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I'm in love with a lady and |
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I knowThe lady's in love with me |
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And she knows that |
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I'll always be there |
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That's why she's willin' and ready |
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But now and then, every once in a while |
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Something inside of me, maybe inside of her |
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Have you ever had one of those days |
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When it all is goin' wrong? |
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And it just can't seem to get along |
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But through it all you know you're gonna make it |
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Call it true love, call it not meant to be |
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You can call it anything at all, you see |
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Call it what you want |
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It's all the same to me |
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Music means a lot to me |
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Like love, |
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I make it when |
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I canAll I am is all |
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I'll ever be |
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And that's just a boy from |
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TexarkanaBut now and then, oh, but once in a while |
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They start treatin' me like some kind of superstar |
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Need I mention at the end of the day |
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What matters most of all |
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It's not where you're at or where you're comin' from |
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When all is said and done, you can call it |
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Heavy metal, hard-core, punk, pop or thrash |
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You can call it anything, it don't matter to me |
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Call it what you want |
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It's all music to me |
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Call it communism, call it free |
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Some call the ocean, what some call the sea |
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Call it what you want |
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It doesn't change a thing for me, not a thing |
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Baby's lyin' in a cradle |
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Universe is all within its reach |
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Wearin' rags or mink and sable |
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Needs a guidin' hand or it's out on the street |
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Now, momma's out, she's never at home |
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Daddy's takin' care of business, he's out on the road |
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It's rainin' cats and dogs |
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But the child within us all must face the storm |
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Call it individuality |
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Some call it fate, others reality |
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Call it what you want |
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It doesn't matter to me |
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Call it communism, call it free |
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Some call the ocean, what some call the sea |
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Call it what you want |
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It doesn't change a thing for me, not a thing |
