| I’m in love with a lady and I know
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| The lady’s in love with me.
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| And she knows that I’ll always be there.
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| That’s why she’s a-willin' and ready.
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| But now and then, ev’ry once in a while
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| Something inside of me, maybe inside of her.
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| Have you ever had one of those days when it all is going wrong?
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| And it just can’t seem to get along.
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| But through it all you know you’re gonna make it.
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| Call it true love, call it not meant to be.
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| You can call it anything at all, ya see.
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| Call it what you want.
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| It’s all the same to me.
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| Music means alot to me.
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| Like love I make it when I can.
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| All I am is all I’ll ever be,
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| And that’s just a boy from Texarkana.
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| But now and then, Oh, but once in a while,
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| They start treatin' me like some kinda superstar.
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| Need I mention at the end of the day what matters most of all.
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| It’s not where you’re at, but where you’re comin' from.
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| When all is said and done.
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| You can call it…
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| Heavy metal, hard-core, punk, pop, or thrash.
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| You can call it anything it don’t matter to me.
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| Call it what you want.
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| It’s all music to me.
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| Call it communism, call it free.
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| Some call the ocean what some call the sea.
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| Call it what you want.
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| It doesn’t change a thing for me. |
| Not a thing.
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| Baby’s lyin' in a cradle.
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| Universe is all within its reach.
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| Wearin' rags or mink and sable.
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| Needs a guiding hand or it’s out on the street.
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| Now, momma’s out, she’s never at home.
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| Daddy’s takin' care of business, he’s out on the road.
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| It’s rainin' cats and dogs.
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| But the child within us all must face the storm.
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| Call it individuality.
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| Some call it fate, others reality.
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| Call it what you want.
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| It doesn’t matter to me.
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| Call it communism, call it free.
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| Some call the ocean what some call the sea.
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| Call it what you want.
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| It doesn’t change a thing for me. |