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Frank Sinatra
I Believe In You
You have the cool, clear eyes
Of a seeker of wisdom and truth.
Yet there's that upturned chin
And a grin of impetuous youth.
I believe in you.
I believe in you.
I hear the sound of
Good solid judgment whenever you talk.
Yet there's a bold grave spring
Of the tiger that quickens your walk.
I believe in you.
I believe in you.
And when my faith in my fellowman
All but falls apart,
I've but to feel your hand grasping mine,
And I take heart, I take heart
To see the cool, clear eyes
Of a seeker of wisdom and truth.
Yet there's that slam, bang, tang,
Reminiscent of gin and vermouth.
I believe in you.
I believe in you.
I believe in you.
I believe in you.
Oo-ee, I believe in you.
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