Barbra Streisand

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There's not a morning I begin without a thousand questions running through my mind
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That I don't try to find the reason and the logic in the world that God designed
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The reason why a bird was gi-ven wings
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If not to fly and praise the sky with every song it sings
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What's right or wrong where I belong within the scheme of things
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And why have eyes that see and arms that reach unless you're meant to know there's something more
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If not to hunger for the meaning of it all then tell me what a soul is for
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Why have the wings unless you're meant to fly
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And tell me please why have a mind if not to question why

Chorus:
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And tell me where where is it written what it is I'm meant to be
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That I can't dare to have the chance to pick the fruit of every tree
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Or have my share of every sweet imagined possibility
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Just tell me where tell me where

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If I were only meant to tend the nest then why does my imagination sail
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Across the mountains and the seas beyond the make-believe of any fairy tale
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Why have the thirst if not to drink the wine
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And what a waste to have a taste of things that can't be mine

Chorus:
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And tell me where where is it written what it is I'm meant to be
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That I can't dare to see the meanings in the mornings that I see
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Or have my share of every sweet imagined possibility
Fm                Eb              Fm
Just tell me where where is it written tell me where
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Or if it's written anywhere