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 Don't tell me not to live, just  and putter
 Life's candy and the sun's a ball of 
 Don't bring around a cloud to rain on  parade
 Don't tell  not to fly, I simply got to
 If someone takes a spill, it's  and not you
 Who told you you're allowed to rain on  parade
 I'll march my band out, I'll  my drum
 And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, 
 At least I didn't  it, hat, sir
  guess I didn't make it
 But whether I'm the rose of  perfection
 A freckle on  nose of life's complexion
 The cinder or the  apple of its eye
 I gotta fly  I gotta try once,
 Only can die once, right, 
 Ooh,  is juicy, juicy and you see,
 I gotta have my  sir.
 Get  for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
 I simply gotta march, my  a drummer
 Don't bring around  cloud to rain on my parade,
 
 I'm gonna  and live NOW!
 Get what I  I know how!
 One roll  the whole shebang!
 One throw  bell will go clang,
 Eye on the target  wham,
 One shot, one  shot and bam!
  Mr. Arnstein, here I am ...
 
 I'll march  band out, I will beat my drum,
 And if I'm  out, your turn at bat, sir,
 At least I didn't fake it,  sir,
 I  I didn't make it
 Get ready for me love,  I'm a "comer"
  simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
 Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my