| I’m beginning to get a new kind of feeling
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| Beginning to sing a new kind of song
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| I’m beginning to see that life’s worth the living
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| Beginning to find the right 'stead of just the wrong
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| There was a moon last night, a pretty bird in flight
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| And a quiet breeze gliding through the trees
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| I still can feel the ache in my heart
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| Showing my life to be in need of a brand new start
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| Begin to sing again, I’ll show you how
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| You could be born, born again now
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| I’m beginning to see that life’s worth the living
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| Beginning to find the right 'stead of just the wrong
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| It’s pretty easy to love when love is given back
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| You think it’s something special if you’re white or black
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| But I find all love to be easy once more
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| Like a child who does not care who, how, why, what for
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| Begin to sing again, I’ll show you how
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| You could be born, born again now |