(Carole Boyer Sager/ Peter Allen)
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All of us start from the same place
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With an open ticket and an awful lot of space to grow in
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And all of us go
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But some of us go further
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'Til it gets hard
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Getting back where we came
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Even tho' I'm as
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Shy as a violet
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Most people don't please me
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Feelings don't come easy when you don't belong
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Underneath the still water
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You'll find a deep well
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Hell ain't so far from heaven when you got no home
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It's hard to make friends
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When they all become
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Scratches in my phone book-so many lines are disconnected
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All my lines ring but some of them ring truer
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Friends can be reached thru a song when I sing...
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Even tho' I"m as
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Shy as a violet
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Most people don't please me
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Feelings don't come easy when you don't belong
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Underneath the still water
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You'll find a deep well
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Hell ain't so far from heaven when you got no home
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So I fly across country
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Listening to the music
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Existing somewhere between two shores
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Creating whirlpools
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Trapped in the swell
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Hell ain't so far from heaven when you got no home
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Even tho' I'm as
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Shy as a violet
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Most people don't please me
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Feelings don't come easy when you don't belong
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Underneath the still water
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You'll find a deep well
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Hell ain t so for from heaven when you got no home
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Shy as a Violet
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Carole Bayer Sager |