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Don't tell me not to fly |
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I've simply got to |
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If someone takes a spill |
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It's me and not you |
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Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade |
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Don't tell me not to leave |
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Just sit and putter |
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Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter |
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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 |
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I'll beat my drum |
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And if I'm fanned out |
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Your turn at bat, sir |
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At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir |
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I guess I didn't make it |
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But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection |
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A freckle on the nose of life's complexion |
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A Cinderella or a shine apple of an eye |
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I gotta fly once |
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I gotta try once |
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Only can die once, right, sir? |
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Ooh, life is juicy |
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Juicy and you see |
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I gotta have my bite, sir |
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Get ready for me love |
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'Cause I'm a "comer" |
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I simply gotta march |
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My heart's a drummer |
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Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade |
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Yes, sir |
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No, sir |
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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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All that the law will allow |
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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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Though I'm alone I'm a gang |
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Eye on the target and wham |
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One shot, one gun shot and bam |
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Hey, world, here I am... |
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Get ready for me life, '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! |