| Here’s my happy pop song
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| I think I heard it once before
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| I think I wrote it in my sleep last night
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| Before I knew what it was written for
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| Here’s my happy pop song
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| For my future kids to sing
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| I think I wrote it in my sleep last night
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| It’s got no purpose, got no need, need
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| But it can make my old man smile
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| Make him tap his knee
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| Make my mama proud
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| Make my label for once content with me
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| Make my old man smile
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| And make him dance around
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| Make my label
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| Are you proud, are you proud, are you proud, are you proud now?
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| 'Cause I’m a happy so-and-so
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| I’ve been living in a dream
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| I’ve been playing on the platform
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| At Church Avenue and nobody
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| God bless you, Little India
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| 'Cause you’re always blessing me
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| You’ve been giving me a dollar
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| Even when you weren’t listening
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| Listening, listening
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| Listening, listening, listening
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| Listening, listening, listening
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| Listening, listening
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| Even when you weren’t listening, listening
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| Listening, listening, listening
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| Listening, listening, listening
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| It can make my old man smile
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| Make him tap his knee
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| For just a little while
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| Nothing’s real, nothing’s real, nothing’s real, nothing’s real, nothing’s real
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| Make my mama laugh
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| And make her joke around
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| Make my label
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| Are you proud?
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| Are you proud?
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| Are you proud now?
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| Are you proud now?
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| Are you proud, are you proud, are you proud, are you proud?
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| Here’s my happy pop song
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| I think I wrote it in my sleep |