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Da da da da da da da Ya ya ya oh Broadway Have no idea what I am singing Just a tune I heard Do you ever know what you are singing? Just came out of you, right? Why don't we know what we are singing? 'Cause we don't even know what we are doing It just came - left and right Front and back Things just fall into places Without we are doing it Hmm why is that? How can it be so good without even us trying? Who knows and who cares? Count our blessings Do we ever count our blessings? We take it for granted Think that it will just come Yeah it will just come Like a river - it will just come So what are we to do about it? Do? Say what? How are we to know?