| Things can be broken down
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| In this world of ours
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| You don’t have to be a famous person
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| Just to make your mark
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| A mother can be an inspiration
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| To here little son
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| Change his thoughts, his mind, his life,
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| Just with her gentle hum
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| So different, yet so the same
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| Two sisters only have their parents to blame
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| It’s rare that two can get along
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| But when they do, they’re inseparable
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| Such a blessing comes to few
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| The sky is full of clouds and
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| My world’s full of people
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| All different kinds with different ways
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| It would take a lifetime to explain
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| No one’s exactly the same
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| He and she, two different people
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| With two separate lives
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| Then you put the two together
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| And get a spectacular surprise
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| 'cause one can teach the other one
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| What she doesn’t know
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| While still the other fills a place inside
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| He never knew had room to grow
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| Chorus:
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| Once in a while I sit back
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| And think about the planet
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| Most of the time I trip on it To kick back and think about
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| How massive it all is And how many others are one it I often think about the world
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| In which I live today, of animals and plants
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| And nature’s gift set on display
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| But the most amazing thing
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| That I’ve seen in my time
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| Are all the different people
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| And all their different minds
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| And different ways
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| It would take a lifetime to explain
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| Not one’s exactly the same
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| So many different people
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| So many different kinds
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| So many different people
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| So many different kinds
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| Look at me, I’m a person
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| Look at me, I’m my own person
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| So many different people
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| So many different kinds
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| For better or for worse, different people |