| Don’t tell me not to fly 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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| Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
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| Don’t tell me not to live just sit and putter
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| Life’s candy and the sun’s a ball of butter
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| Who told you you’re allowed to rain on my parade
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| I’m gonna march my band out
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| I’ll beat my drum
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| And if I’m fanned out
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| Your turn at bat sir
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| Hey! |
| At least I didn’t fake it
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| Hat sir? |
| So what I didn’t make it
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| But whether I’m the rose of sheer perfection
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| Or freckle on the nose of life’s complexion
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| The cinder or the shin the apple of its eye
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| I gotta fly once, I gotta try once
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| Only can die once, right sir?
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| Ohh… Love is juicy, juicy and you see
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| I’ve got to have my bite sir
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| So get ready for me love cause I’m a comer
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| I’ve simply got to march my heart’s a drummer
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| Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
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| I gotta fly once, I gotta try once
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| Only can die once, right sir?
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| Ohh… Love is juicy, juicy and you see
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| I’ve got to have my bite sir
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| Get ready for me love cause I’m a comin
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| I’ve simply got to march my heart’s a drummin
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| Nobody
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| I said nobody
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| Nobody — had better rain-on-my-parade… |