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EVERY DAY AS YOU DO WHAT YOU DO EVERY DAY
YOU SEE THE SAME FACES WHO FILL THE CAFE
AND IF SOME OF THOSE FACES HAVE NEW THINGS TO SAY
NOTHING IS REALLY DIFFERENT...
AND THE SHEEP DOT THE HILL WHERE THE OLIVE TREE SWAYS
AND THE WORLD SPINS AROUND WITH THE GREENS AND THE GRAYS
AND YOU NEVER TAKE TIME OUT TO THINK OF THE WAYS
EVERYTHING MIGHT BE DIFFERENT...
AND THEN ONE DAY, SUDDENLY, SOMETHING CAN HAPPEN,
IT MAY BE QUITE SIMPLE, IT MAY BE QUITE SMALL
BUT ALL OF A SUDDEN YOUR STEW TASTES DIFFERENT
AND YOU HEAR THE GULL CRY IN A DIFFERENT KEY,
AND YOU SEE WITH NEW EYES,
AND THE FACES YOU SEE
ARE PEOPLE YOU DON'T KNOW AT ALL...
AND THE SOMEONE WHO TOUCHES YOUR HAIR EVERY DAY,
TOUCHES YOU NOW IN A DIFFERENT WAY,
AND YOU MAY WANT TO RUN OR YOU MAY WANT TO STAY
FOREVER
AND SINCE LIFE IS THE CRY OF THE GULL
AND THE TASTE OF YOUR STEW
AND THE WAY THAT YOU FEEL
WHEN HE TOUCHES YOU
NOW YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS DIFFERENT
NOW YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS NEW...
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EVERY DAY AS YOU DO WHAT YOU DO EVERY DAY
YOU SEE THE SAME FACES WHO FILL THE CAFE
AND IF SOME OF THOSE FACES HAVE NEW THINGS TO SAY
NOTHING IS REALLY DIFFERENT.
Reprise:
AND SINCE LIFE IS THE CRY OF THE GULL
AND THE TASTE OF YOUR STEW
AND THE WAY THAT YOU FEEL
WHEN HE TOUCHES YOU
NOW YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS DIFFERENT
NOW YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS NEW...
