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I do it for the joy it brings |
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Because i'm 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 because it's the least i can do |
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I do it because 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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'cuz the bathroom mirror has not budged |
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And the woman who lives there can tell |
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The truth from the stuff that they say |
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And 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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And 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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The question fills my head |
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I know that there's no grand plan here |
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This is just the way it goes |
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And when everything else seems unclear |
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I guess at least i know |
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I do it for the joy it brings... |
