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You come to the end |
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And the light there is dimmer |
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And chances are slimmer |
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Of findin' your way |
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You find that you stay out |
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Of trouble and danger |
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'Cause everything's stranger |
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Than it used to be |
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You're a scary old place out there, world |
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But I couldn't be happy without you |
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And I swear all my thoughts are about you |
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The most beautiful world in the world |
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Well the light can be bright there |
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And everything's right there |
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The end of the night there might be a big band |
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Or a heavenly choir |
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Or it might be the fire |
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But no matter what happens |
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I bet it's OK |
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You're a scary old place out there, world |
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But I couldn't be happy without you |
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And I swear all my thoughts are about you |
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The most beautiful world in the world |
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Your mountains when you're mad |
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Your rivers when you're sad |
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And those deep blue seas |
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I love you for your snow |
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Your deserts down below |
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I love the way you wear your trees |
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The most beautiful world in the world |
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And though there are times when I doubt you |
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I just couldn't stay here without you |
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So when you get older |
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And, over your shoulder |
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You look back to see if it's real |
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Tell her she's beautiful |
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Roll the world over |
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And give her a kiss and a feel |
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So long, folks! |
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Goodbye, Harry. |
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See you next album, Richard. |
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GOODBYE! |
