| When I’m feeling sad and low
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| And don’t know what to do
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| I climb the stairs and leave it all behind
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| Far away the world below
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| I rise to play my tune
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| Feeling one of a kind
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| Fiddler on the Rooftop I’m playing my song
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| Right beneath the sunny sky that’s where I belong
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| There’s one place I can tell you
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| Just listen when I go
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| A simple little melody with all my heart and soul
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| Fiddler on the Rooftop I’m playing my song
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| While walking through the valley
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| From the north down to the south
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| People start to follow me and sing
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| Arriving into town much later
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| Then the word of mouth
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| A grand reception as if I were king
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| Everybody knew my tune
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| They sang it note for note
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| They put their heart and soul in every line
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| I climbed up on the Rooftop
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| And «boy that’s all she wrote»
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| Playing your song and mine
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| There’s no need to question
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| There’s only one direction
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| When you’re down and out
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| Fiddler on the Rooftop
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| Rosin' up your bow
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| And raise it up and let it out!
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| Fiddler on the Rooftop I’m playing my song
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| Right beneath the sunny sky that’s where I belong
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| Just listen when I go
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| A simple little melody with all my heart and soul
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| Fiddler on the Rooftop I’m playing my song |