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Recurring Line: [It's a little bit funny this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live]
Christian�s Poetry: [If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do]
Christian: My gift is my song and this one�s for you And you can tell everybody that this is your song It maybe quite simple but now that it's done Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words, how wonderful life is Now you�re in the world
I sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss Well some of these verses well they, they got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on.
So excuse my forgetting, but these things I do You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is - what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
(Allesandro-opera)
Backing: And you can tell everybody that this is your song It maybe quite simple but now that it's done
Christian: And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simply but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is now you're in the world |
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