| If the rain no longer fell
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| And the flowers wasted to the ground
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| If the stars no longer shone
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| And the breeze died down
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| You and I, we could still be happy
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| If the writers lost their words
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| And the blue fell from the sky
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| And the dreamers lost their nerve
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| And the seas went dry
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| You and I, we could still be happy
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| If the world forgot to turn around again
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| And the winter never knew to change to spring
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| And the birds forgot to sing
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| We could still be happy
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| If I lost my memory and forgot my name
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| If the road that led back home could not be found again
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| If the fires burned out
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| And we could not stay warm
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| If the world forgot to turn around again
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| And the winter never knew to change to spring
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| And the birds forgot to sing
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| We could still be happy
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| The fallen rain may wash our home away
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| But we remain protected just the same
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| Always
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| We won’t want for anything
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| If the world forgot to turn around again
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| And the winter never knew to change to spring
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| It wouldn’t mean a thing
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| We could still be happy
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| If the clock stopped telling time
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| If the money all ran out
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| We could still be happy
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| If the clock stopped telling time
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| If the money all ran out
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| We could still be happy |