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Barbra Streisand - Don't Rain On My Parade
Author: Bob Merrill
Composer: Jule Styne
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Don't tell me not to live
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Just sit and putter
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Life's candy and the
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Sun's a ball of butter
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Don't bring around the cloud
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To rain on my parade
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Don't tell me not to fly
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I've simply got to
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If someone takes a spill
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It's me and not you
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Who told you you're allowed
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To rain on my parade
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I'll march my band out
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I'll beat my drum
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And if I'm fanned out
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Your turn at bat, sir
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At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
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I guess I didn't make it
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But whether I'm the
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Rose of sheer perfection
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A freckle on the
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Nose of life's complexion
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The cinder or the
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Shine apple of an eye
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I gotta fly once
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I gotta try once
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Only can die once, right, sir?
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Ooh, life is juicy
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Juicy and you see
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I gotta have my bite, sir
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Get ready for me love
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'Cause I'm a "comer"
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I simply gotta march
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My heart's a drummer
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Don't bring around the cloud
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To rain on my parade
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I'm gonna live and live now
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Get what I want, I know how
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One roll for the whole shebang
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One throw that bell will go clam
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Eye on the target and wam
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One shot, one gun shot and bang
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Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am...
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I'll march my band out
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I'll beat my drum
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And if I'm fanned out
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Your turn at bat, sir
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At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
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I guess I didn't make it
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Get ready for me life,
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'cause I'm a "comer"
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I simply gotta march,
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My heart's a drummer
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Nobody, no, nobody,
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Is gonna
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Rain on
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My
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Parade!
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