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I'm in love with a lady and |
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I know The 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 a-willin' and ready. |
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But now and then, ev'ry 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 when it all is going 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, ya 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 alot to me. |
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Like love |
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I make it when |
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I can. All |
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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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Texarkana. |
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But now and then, |
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Oh, but once in a while, |
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They start treatin' me like some kinda superstar. |
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Need I mention at the end of the day what matters most of all. |
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It's not where you're at, but where you're comin' from. |
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When all is said and done. |
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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. |
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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 guiding 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. |
