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(jerome kern, dorothy fields) |
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Pick yourself up... |
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Take a deep breath... |
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Dust yourself off |
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And start all over again. |
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Nothing's impossible, i have found |
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For when my chin is on the ground. |
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I pick myself up, |
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Dust myself off |
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And start all over again. |
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Don't lose your confidence |
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If you slip |
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Be grateful for a pleasant trip |
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And pick yourself up, |
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Dust yourself off |
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And start all over again. |
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Work like a soul inspired |
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Until the battle of the day is won. |
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You may be sick and tired, |
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But you'll be a man, my son. |
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Will you remember the famous men |
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Who had to fall to rise again? |
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So take a deep breath... |
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Pick yourself up... |
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Dust yourself off |
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And start all over again. |
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~interlude~ |
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Work like a soul inspired |
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Till the battle of the day is won. |
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You may be sick and tired, |
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But you'll be a man, my son. |
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Will you remember the famous men |
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Who had to fall to rise again? |
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So take a deep breath... |
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Pick yourself up... |
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Dust yourself off |
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And start all over again. |
