| You do it for the joy it brings
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| Because you’re a joyful girl
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| Because the world owes me nothing
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| And we owe each other the world
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| I do it 'cuz it’s the least I can do
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| I do it 'cuz I learned it from you
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| I do it just because I want to
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| Because I want to
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| Everything I do is judged
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| And they mostly get it wrong
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| But oh well
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| The bathroom mirror has not budged
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| The woman who lives there can tell
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| The truth from the stuff that they say
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| She looks me in the eye
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| And says would you prefer the easy way
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| No, well o.k. |
| then
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| Don’t cry
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| I wonder if everything I do
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| I do instead
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| Of something I want to do more
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| Question fills my head
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| I know there’s no grand plan here
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| This is just the way it goes
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| When everything else seems unclear
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| I guess at least I know
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| You do it for the joy it brings
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| Because you’re a joyful girl
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| 'cuz the world owes me nothing
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| And we owe each other the world
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| I do it, it’s the least I can do
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| I do it, i learned it from you
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| I do it just because I want to
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| Because I want to |