| The bluest skies you’ve ever seen are in Seattle
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| And the hills the greenest green in Seattle
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| Like a beautiful child, growing up free and wild
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| Full of hopes and full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears
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| Full of dreams to last the years in Seattle
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| In Seattle
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| When it’s time to leave your home and your loved ones
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| It’s the hardest thing a boy can ever do
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| And you pray that you will find someone warm and sweet and kind
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| But you’re not sure what’s waiting there for you
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| The bluest skies you’ve ever seen are in Seattle
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| And the hills the greenest green in Seattle
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| Like a beautiful child, growing up free and wild
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| Full of hopes and full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears
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| Full of dreams to last the years in Seattle
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| In Seattle
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| When you find your own true love, you will know it
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| By her smile, by the look in her eye
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| Scent of pine trees in the air, never knew a day so fair
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| It makes you feel so proud that you could cry
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| The bluest skies you’ve ever seen are in Seattle
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| And the hills the greenest green in Seattle
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| Like a beautiful child, growing up free and wild
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| Full of hopes and full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears
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| Full of dreams to last the years in Seattle
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| In Seattle
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| In Seattle
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| In Seattle |