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You've gotta get up every morning |
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Put a smile on your face |
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And show the world |
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All the love in your heart |
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Then people are gonna treat you better |
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You're gonna find, |
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Yes you will |
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That you're beautiful as you feel |
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Waiting at the station |
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With the work day wind a-blowing |
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I've got nothing to do |
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But watch the passers by |
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Mirrored in their faces |
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I see frustration growing |
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And they don't see a-showing |
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Why do I? |
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You've gotta get up every morning |
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Put a smile on your face |
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And show the world |
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All the love in your heart |
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Then people are gonna treat you better |
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You're gonna find, |
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Yes you will |
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That you're beautiful as you feel |
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I have often asked myself |
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The reason for the sadness |
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In the world |
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But tears are just a lullaby |
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If there's any answer |
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May be love kind |
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And the madness may be not |
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Oh, but we can only try |
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You've gotta get up every morning |
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Put a smile on your face |
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And show the world |
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All the love in your heart |
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Then people are gonna treat you better |
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You're gonna find, |
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Oh, yes, you will |
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That you're beautiful... |
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Yes, you're beautiful... |
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Yeah, beautiful as you feel! |
