| I believe there are some debts
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| That we never can repay
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| I believe there are some words
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| That you can never unsay
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| And I don’t know a single soul
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| Who didn’t get lost along the way
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| I believe in socks and gloves
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| Knit out of soft grey wool
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| And that there’s a place in heaven for those
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| Who teach in public school
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| And I know I get some things right
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| But mostly I’m a fool
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| Chorus I believe in a good strong cup of ginger tea
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| And all these shoots and roots will become a tree
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| All I know is I can’t help but see
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| All of this as so very holy
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| I believe in jars of jelly
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| Put up by careful hands
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| I believe most folks are doing
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| About the best they can
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| And I know there are some things
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| That I will never understand
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| Chorus I believe there’s healing in the sound of your voice
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| And that a summer tomato is a cause to rejoice
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| And that following a song was never really a choice
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| Never really
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| Bridge I believe in a good long letter written on real paper and with real pen
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| I believe in the ones I love and know I’ll never see again
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| I believe in the kindness of strangers and the comfort of old friends
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| And when I close my eyes to sleep at night it’s good to say
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| «Amen»
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| I believe that life’s comprised of smiles and sniffles and tears
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| And in an old coat that still has another good year
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| Ball I need is here
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| Chorus I believe in a good strong cup of ginger tea
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| And all these shoots and roots will become a tree
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| All I know is I can’t help but see
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| All of this as so very holy
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| I believe |