Roses Turn Some People Dont Rain On My Parade Barbara Streisand
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Roses Turn Some People Dont Rain On My Parade
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What did it get me
Scrapbooks full of me in
Give 'em love and what does it get ya? What does it get ya?
One quick look as each of 'em l
Thanks a lot and out with the
They take bows and you're battin' zero.
And if it wasn't
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Some people sit on their butts;
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got the dream, yeah, but not the guts.
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Some people can thrive and bloom
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living life in the living room.
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when I think of, all
and all the places I gotta play,
Come [
Hey, look at
I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
At least I didn't fake it.
'Cause I'm a
My heart's a dr
Nobod
Is go
(you bet your ass papa!)
Roses Turn Some People Dont Rain On My Parade
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