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I see that look of old |
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Good tidings they are comin' |
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Wake up that pretty face |
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And tell me all that you know |
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Just see the difference now |
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You're back in front of the show |
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Such a big deal |
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How does it feel? |
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The world is watchin' you |
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Your troubles now are over |
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Just see the people stare |
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They love you, don't you know? |
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You drive a Thunderbird |
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To every single show |
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If you gotta go, |
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Go now. |
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And when you cry, |
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All the world will cry |
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If you should laugh |
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Well, they'll all fall down. |
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You'd better make it soon |
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Oh, your sins have been forgivin' |
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When you start fallin' |
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There is no one there to hold. |
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You trade your life in for a bag of shiny gold |
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With something to hold |
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Something to hold. |
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And when you cry, |
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All the world will cry |
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If you should laugh |
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Well, they'll all fall down. |
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Nothing is better than |
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Going home without a reason |
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I look into the sky |
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And see the reason for life |
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Everyone's born to die. |
