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Oh, oh, oh, oh It must have been cold there in my shadow To never have sunlight on your face You were content to let me shine, that's your way You always

From a distance the world looks blue and green And the snow capped mountains white From a distance the ocean meets the stream And the eagle takes to flight

I'm always a flop at a top-notch affair But I've still got my health, so what do I care? My best ring, alas, is a glass solitaire But I still got my health

You've got to give a little, take a little And let your poor heart break a little That's the story of, that's the glory of love You've got to laugh a