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It's a little bit fUnny Lord, this feeling inside |
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I'm not one of those who can easily hide |
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I don't have much money but, boy, if I did |
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I'd buy a big mansion where we both could live |
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If, if, if I was a sculpture Lord, honey, but then again, no |
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(then again no, no) |
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Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show |
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I know it's not much, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do |
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You gave me a gift Lord, and I'm gonNA sing it for you |
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And you can tell everybody that this is your song |
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(this is your song) |
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It may be a quite, quite simple, but that's how it's done |
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I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind |
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What I wrote down in words, words |
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How wonderful life is when you're in the world, world, world |
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If, if, (if), if I was on a rooftop |
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I'd kick off my shoes (kick off my shoes , kick my shoes off) |
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I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues |
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But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song |
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It's for people like you and people like me |
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I wanna, I wanna keep turnin' on |
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So excuse me, so excuse me |
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So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do Lord |
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(these things I do Lord) |
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You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue |
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Anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean |
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You've got the sweetest eyes, you've got the sweetest eyes |
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The clearest eyes I've ever seen, I hope you got back |
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I hope you, I hope you got back and tell everybody |
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That this is your song (this is your song) |
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It may be quite, quite simple, but now that's how it's done |
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I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind |
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But I wrote down in words Lord, words |
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I'm doin' it for how wonderful it is when you're in the world, world, world |
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If, if, (if), if I sat upon a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes, oh yeah |
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(kick off my shoes, kick my shoes off) |
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I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues |
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But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song |
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It's for people like you, people like me |
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I wanna, wanna keep turnin' on, so escuse me, so escuse me |
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So escuse me forgetting, but these things I do |
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(these things I do Lord) |
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You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue, baby |
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And anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean |
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You are the sweetest eyes, the sweetest eyes |
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The sweetest eyes I've ever seen |
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I want you to go back, go back and and tell everybody |
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That Billy Paul's got a song (Billy Paul's got a song) |
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I'm, I'm gonna sit upon a, a rooftop and kick off my shoes |
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I'm gonna write it (write it), write it (write it), write it (write it) |
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I might come out with the Gospel (Gospel), the blues (blues), |
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The jazz (jazz), the rock and roll |
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I'm gonna, got to, got to write me a simple song for everybody |
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Because this is my song (this is my song) |
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It may be quite, quite simple but that's the way it's done |
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I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind |
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What I wrote down in words, words |
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You come back, you try to try again, try again |
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Tell everybody that Billy Paul's got a song |
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(Billy Paul's got a song) |
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It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done, baby |
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I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind |
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what I wrote down in words |
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Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it ooooh |
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Get back, get, got, oh no |
