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Don't tell me not to live |
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Just sit and putter |
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Life's candy |
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And the sun's a ball of butter |
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Don't bring a cloud around |
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To rain on my parade |
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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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Who told you you're allowed |
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To rain on my parade |
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I'll march my band out |
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And I'll beat my drum |
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And if I'm faned out |
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Your turn at bat, Sir |
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At least I didn't fake it |
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Your hat, Sir |
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I nearly didn't make it |
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Maybe I'm just a rose of sheer perfection |
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A freckle on the nose of life's complexion |
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A cinder of a shiny apple of its eye |
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I've gotta fly once |
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I've gotta try once |
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Only can die once |
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Right, Sir |
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Love is juicy |
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Jucy and I'll say |
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I've gotta have my bite, Sir |
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Look out love |
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Oh babe I'm coming |
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Don't tell me not to march |
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My heart's a drummer |
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Who told you your're allowed |
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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 throw for the whole shebang |
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One throw that bell will go clang |
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High on the target and wham! |
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One shot one gun shot and bam! |
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Don't tell me not to live |
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Just sit and putter |
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Life's candy |
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And the sun's of ball of butter |
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Don't bring a cloud |
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Around to rain on my parade |
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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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Who told you you're allowed |
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To rain on my parade |
