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Song; Don’t Rain on my Parade-Barbra Streisand
Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a wolk to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to
If someone takes a, spill it's me and not you
Who told u you're allowed to rain on my parade
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it hat, sir
I guess, I didn't make it but whether
I'm the rose of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The cinder of the shiny appel, apple of its eye
I gotta...
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