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In her own sweet world,
Populated by dolls and clowns and a prince and a big purple bear Lives my fav'rite girl, Unaware of the worried frowns that weary grown-ups all wear In the sun, she dances to silent music Songs that were spun of gold somewhere in her own little head One day all too soon, She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls and her prince and her silly old bear When she goes they will cry, as they whisper good-bye They will miss her, I fear, but then, so will I Do do do do do do~~ In the sun, she dances to silent music Songs that were spun of gold somewhere in her own little head One day all too soon, She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls and her prince and her silly old bear When she goes they will cry, as they whisper good-bye They will miss her, I fear, but then, so will I They will miss her, I fear, but then, so will I |
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| 2. |
| 4:08 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:58 |
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| 4:25 |
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| 5. |
| 7:31 |
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| 6. |
| 5:20 |
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| 7. |
| 5:08 |
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| 8. |
| 5:24 |
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Human Nature
Looking out Across the nighttime The city winks a sleepless eye Hear her voice Shake my window Sweet seducing sighs Get me out Into the nighttime Four walls won't hold me tonight If this town Is just an apple Then let me take a bite If they say -- Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature Why, why, does he do me that way If they say -- Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature Why, why does he do me that way Reaching out To touch a stranger Electric eyes are ev'rywhere See that girl She knows I'm watching She likes the way I stare If they say -- Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature Why, why, does he do me that way If they say -- Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature Why, why does he do me that way I like lovin' this way I like lovin' this way Looking out Across the morning Where the city's heart begins to beat Reaching out I touch her shoulder I'm dreaming of the street If they say -- Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature Why, why, does he do me that way If they say -- Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature Why, why does he do me that way |
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| 4:02 |
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| 10. |
| 5:34 |
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| 11. |
| 4:14 |
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| 12. |
| 6:25 |
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I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed the day And the dark say good night And I think to myself What a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands saying |
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