| I’ve done too much of some things
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| And not enough of others
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| Just like all life lovers
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| I’ve changed and changed
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| and changed and changed
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| From one thing to another
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| I’ve had complicated dealings
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| With complicated feelings
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| And I’ve cut and bruised and torn
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| I made blinds on the windows of my mind
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| with the time that my back once wore
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| I’m a single person in this universe
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| And I am here to say to you:
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| On the day that I die I’ll just give a smile
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| And fly into the blue
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| Cause we’re all just
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| Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
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| That rest on a Sunday
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| Work on a Monday and someday soon
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| We’ll be singing the old tunes
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| Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
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| I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
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| Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
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| Some night I see the world with its winds and its whirls
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| And I feel undefeated
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| But every day I see the girl with the strawberry curl
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| And I’m too shy to meet her
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| Some nights I go to bed
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| There’s a ghost in the air above my head
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| And I tremble
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| Sometimes I eat KFC
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| Other times I give up meat
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| And I just eat lentils
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| I’m a singe person in the universe
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| And I am here to sing a song
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| About the day that I was born
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| Till the day that I’ll be gone
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| And the song won’t last for long
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| Cause we’re all just
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| Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
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| That rest on a Sunday
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| Work on a Monday and someday soon
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| We’ll be singing the old tunes
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| Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
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| I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
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| Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
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| And enemy is a remedy to a malady in your melody
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| If you’re strong not brittle
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| And a friend is a friend
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| Is a friend to the end and it’s oh so simple
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| A man is a man and a woman is a woman
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| But the times we are living in demand
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| That a man can change from a man to a woman
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| And a woman can demand to be a man
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| We’re just flesh with socks and locks and frocks
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| And I am here to say to you
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| On the day that I die I’ll just give a smile and fly into the blue
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| Cause we’re all just
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| Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
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| That rest on a Sunday
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| Work on a Monday and someday soon
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| We’ll be singing the old tunes
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| Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
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| I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
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| Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
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| Cause we’re all just
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| Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
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| That rest on a Sunday
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| Work on a Monday and someday soon
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| We’ll be singing the old tunes
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| Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
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| I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
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| Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue |