| It’s the time and the place
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| Every line on your face
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| It’s the truth and the lie
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| It’s to live and to die
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| Oh what a beautiful world
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| It’s a girl and a boy
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| And the first taste of joy
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| It’s an old photograph of two hearts torn in half
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| Oh what a beautiful world
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| We build our hopes up high, perchance to someday fly
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| Across a clear blue sky to someplace new
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| It’s a walk in the park or a shot in the dark
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| It’s a thief in the night, or the first ray of light
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| Oh what a beautiful world
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| We live our legends down, wake up in lost and found
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| Become that highway sound and roll on through
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| It’s the rise and the fall of the clocks on the wall
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| It’s the first and the last of your days flying past
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| Oh what a beautiful world |