Nobody can tell ya,
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There¡¯s only one song worth singin¡¯,
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They may try and sell ya,
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As it hangs them up to see
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someone like you
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But you've gotta make your own kind of music
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sing your own special song,
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make your own kind of music even if nobody
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else sing along.
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You're gonna be no where.
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the loneliest kind of lonely.
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It may be rough goin',
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just to do your thing's
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the hardest thing to do.
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But you've gotta make your own kind of music
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sing your own special song,
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make your own kind of music even if nobody
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else sings along.
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So if you cannot take my hand,
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and if you must be goin',
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I will understand.
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You gotta make your own kind of music
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sing your own special song,
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make your own kind of music even if nobody
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else sings along.
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You gotta make your own kind of music
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sing your own special song,
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make your own kind of music even if nobody
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else sings along.
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Make Your Own Kind Of Music
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The Mamas & the Papas |