(Weiss/Douglas)
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I see trees of green, red roses too
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I watch them bloom for me and you
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And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World
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I see skies of blue, clouds of white
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The bright blessed day and the dark sacred night
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And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World
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The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
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Are also on the faces of the people passing by
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I see friends shaking hands, saying: "How do you do?"
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What they're really saying is: "I love you."
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I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
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They'll know much more than I'll ever know
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And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World
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Yes I think to myself: What a Wonderful World
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What A Wonderful World
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| Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |
