She wasn't very pretty,
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She wasn't very smart,
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But everything she said to him came strait from her heart.
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Write a song about me,
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Sing a song that's of my day,
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Everybody special in there ordinary way.
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CHORUS:
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Looking for an anthem,
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He was looking for a song,
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Looking for a melody singing brings the world along.
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He was strumming his guitar,
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He was searching their eyes,
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If he can't find his anthem will he buy the compromise.
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One child was brown and hungry,
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One a red injun girl,
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One child was black and angry,
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One from the other half the world.
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And as he heard their silent screams,
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That they have sounded there for years,
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It had been lost among the whispers,
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And drowned out by their tears.
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CHORUS
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He kept looking for a story,
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Looking for a plot.
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He kept on looking in the wonder,
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If he was blind or not.
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All he found was bugle fragments,
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That he'd left there in his youth.
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But he never found the music,
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To accompany the truth.
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Now the old man had been young once,
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The old man had been strong.
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He once had a family, but they'd grown up and moved a long.
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The old man told him loneliness, is what the years would bring,
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But the old man couldn't tell him,
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How to make the long years sing.
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CHORUS
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Anthem
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Harry Chapin |