| I’ve been waiting, I’ve been thinking.
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| I’ve been wanting to sing you this song
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| I know you may not, understand my thoughts,
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| but you will know where it’s coming from
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| Grab your guitar. |
| Or your maracas.
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| Play with me on your wooden drum
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| It’s no Happy Birthday, but it’s my way,
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| maybe one day you’ll sing along
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| And as you go through life, they may be unkind.
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| I won’t always be there by your side.
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| That’s on my mind, yeah, that’s on my mind.
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| That’s on my mind almost all of the time.
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| We’re always walking, in the morning,
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| and you look up with your beautiful stare.
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| And you start talking, and there’s no stopping,
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| you say so much you run out of air.
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| And then we’re running, to tell your mommy. |
| We never make it back to our street.
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| There’s where I wake up. |
| Always the same spot. |
| My heart singing a song so sweet.
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| And as you go through life, you will bring such life.
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| That’s how I picture it most of the time.
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| That’s how my mind, yeah, that’s how my mind.
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| That’s how my mind keeps my heart in line.
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| Yeah, that’s how my mind, yeah, that’s how my mind.
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| That’s how my mind keeps my heart in line.
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| Grab your guitar. |
| Or your maracas,
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| play with me on your wooden drum.
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| So Happy Birthday, but it’s my way,
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| maybe one day you’ll sing along. |