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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 doces and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a nuvem 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 you 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 or the shiny maçã, apple of its eye
I gotta...
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