| I hear many beautiful songs
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| But the chords that I strum cannot carry them
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| Notes falling in the wind
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| I see many beautiful works turn to ashes and dirt and I bury them
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| Deeper than a memory
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| I dream many wonderful things
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| But I never can seem to remember them
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| Except for the girl I could never forget
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| Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia
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| Not a girl in the whole-wide world as beautiful as
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| Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia
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| Nothing better in the whole-wide world
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| Than to be loved by Julia
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| Her hand in the palm of my hand
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| Makes me feel like I am who I say I am
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| I hold it closer than a memory
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| Her voice is the sound that I hear
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| When I start to disappear into the noise again
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| I hear her calling in the wind
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| Her eyes like a Tennessee sunrise color in the clouds I’m living in
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| Once you have seen it you never forget
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| Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia
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| Not a girl in the whole-wide world as beautiful as
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| Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia
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| Nothing better in the whole-wide world
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| Than to be loved by Julia
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| Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia (Oh Julia, oh Julia)
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| Not a girl in the whole wide world as beautiful (Julia, Julia, Julia)
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| Julia, Julia, Julia, Julia (Oh Julia)
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| Nothing better in the whole-wide world than to be loved by Julia
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| No, nothing better in the whole-wide world than to be loved by Julia
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| No, not a girl in the whole wide world more beautiful
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| Than Julia |