| Hello, Mister Holland
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| And Rosie may come out and play
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| She’s a good girl now
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| Won’t be no trouble nohow
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| By the way, Mister Holland
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| I like the way you make no trouble of
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| My skin is not a problem, nor has it ever been
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| You invited me into your home
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| Treated me like I was grown, I was only eighteen
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| And Rosie was a beauty queen
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| Hello, Mister Holland
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| And Rosie may come out and play
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| I’m a good boy now
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| Won’t be no trouble nohow
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| By the way, Mister Holland
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| I liked the way you treated me like a regular Joe
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| I wanted a soda and you said Rosie could go
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| Anyway, I like your style
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| Seem like I’ll be around for a while
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| We can talk about a country mile
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| And listen to a blues record, check it out, oh
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| Hello, Mister Holland
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| And Rosie may come out and play
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| It’s a good world now
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| Won’t be no trouble nohow
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| And by the way, Mister Holland
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| I liked the way you treat me like a regular being
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| My name is not a problem and oh, it never will
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| Anyway, I like your way
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| People ought to be able to play
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| And keep your soul as black as the night
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| When you walkin' straight into the light, oh now
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| Anyhow, I like your way
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| People ought to be able to play
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| Keep your soul as black as the night
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| As you walk into the brighter light
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| Mama used to fear for me
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| When you walk out into the world, you see
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| Some people will fear your face and name
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| But Mister Holland don’t play that game
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| Oh, Mister Holland, oh, Mister Holland
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| Oh, Mister Holland, oh, always treat me right
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| Hey, Mister Holland, oh, Mister Holland
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| Oh, Mister Holland, oh, Mister Holland
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| Always treat me right
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| Mister Holland, hey Mister Holland
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| Thank you, Mister Holland
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| You sure nuff treat me right
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| Mister Holland
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| Hey Mister Holland, hey Mister Holland
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| But you always treat me right, oh |