| You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,
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| Yet there’s that upturned chin and the grin of impetuous youth,
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| I believe in you, I believe in you.
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| I hear the sound of good solid judgment whenever you talk,
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| Yet there’s that bold, brave, spring of the tiger that quickens your walk,
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| I believe in you, I believe in you.
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| And when my faith in my fellow man all but falls apart,
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| I’ve but to feel your hand grasping mine, and I take heart,
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| I take heart to see the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,
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| Yet there’s that slam, bang, tang, reminiscent of gin and Vermouth,
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| Now I believe in you, I believe in you.
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| (musical interlude)
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| I believe in you, I believe in you, I believe, I believe in you. |