| Of blood rhea, from what’s? |
| to Belair,
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| And it occurs to me that it’s no better there
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| Everybody’s looking,
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| Everybody’s looking for a friend.
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| From the ghetto to the Bevery Hills,
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| Is the same colored money,
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| You pay the same colored-bills,
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| Everyone’s romancing, forver romancing with a friend.
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| Living in a rhapsody,
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| Uhm… rhapsody, and all…
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| Living in a rhapsody, living on and on.
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| There’s a mountain that you want to get over,
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| You’re forver searching for that gold forleave clover
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| Well, everybody’s waiting for their own piece of the action to call me.
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| I’ve seen half the world in the world in the last seven years
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| Seen a rainbow of beauty seen a weaterful of tears,
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| Seen as millionaire heartbroken, beside a hobo with a grin.
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| Living in a rhapsody,
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| Uhm… rhapsody, and all…
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| Living in a rhapsody, living on and on.
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| I know a man who has a bar with a sign written on it
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| Saying «You can’t reject your arms, and hold the sun if you want it»
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| If you clench up your fist, you can get anything you want.
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| I know a lady with a dream, I think she calls it,
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| She’s crying «I scream laugh, you can afford it!»
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| Everybody’s hungry in some way,
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| Everbody has a dream.
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| Living in a rhapsody,
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| Uhm… rhapsody, and all…
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| Living in a rhapsody, living on and on. |