| You’re a song
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| You are a day’s curious display
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| Of endless possibility
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| You have the moon’s peculiar ability
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| Of persuading the cantankerous and contrary
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| To rise up and be the extraordinary
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| You are wonderful you
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| Nobody else is gonna do
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| I am set on wonderful you
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| Nobody else is gonna do
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| I am set on wonderful you
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| You’re a cloud
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| You are the sky without a place to hide
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| You’re elevated limitlessness
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| How did you confiscate foreverness?
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| You’re under public investigation
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| And you’re everybody’s private fascination
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| You are wonderful you
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| Nobody else is gonna do
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| I am set on wonderful you
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| Nobody else is gonna do
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| I am set on wonderful you
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| You always say life is good
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| But I know you keep the little hurts inside, oh
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| And I know the law of gravity pulls everybody down
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| Still, I can’t help wondering
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| Why your feet don’t touch the ground
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| You’re positively charming
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| There’s no need to disarm me
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| For everyone agrees
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| What we see in you, no comparisons will do
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| With the very wonderful you
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| Nobody else is gonna do
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| I am set on wonderful you
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| Nobody else is gonna do
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| I am set on wonderful you
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| Ooh, I am set on wonderful
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| Nobody else is gonna do
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| I am set on wonderful you |