| Could you buy me a day
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| In your life
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| When I’m wearing the clothes
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| That you wear,
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| And could you give me your dimes for a day
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| And just for one day take my place
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| See mama says that I am beautiful, yeah
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| And I am lovely the way that I am
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| But if I am so sweet
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| Why won’t life
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| Just give me
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| What you have
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| What you have
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| What you have
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| Or can I get away with
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| Being you for a day
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| Oh I wonder if I can
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| Put me in a Box
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| For a little while
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| Tomorrow
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| Take me out, again
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| Or am I already
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| As lovely as You
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| Are you in my window pane
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| Looking back at me
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| Saying, Here I am
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| Girl,
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| You’re Beautiful
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| Could be that I am just too afraid
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| To become who I already am
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| Could it be that the life
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| That was spoken to me
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| Is indeed in my spirit, man, Oh
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| Mama said touch the sky with your heels
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| And to fly on the wings of the Lord
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| Could I only believe that
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| It is inside of me
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| To be free
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| To be free
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| To be free
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| Or can I get away with
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| Being you for a day
|
| Oh I wonder if I can
|
| Put me in a Box
|
| For a little while
|
| Tomorrow
|
| Take me out, again
|
| Or am I already
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| As lovely as You
|
| Are you in my window pane
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| Looking back at me
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| Saying, Here I am
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| Girl,
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| You’re Beautiful |