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Virginia BluebellCarrying the weightOn the end of a limb You're just waitin' for somebody To pick you up again Shaded by a tree Can't live up to a rose All you ever wanted Was a sunny place to grow Pretty little thing Sometimes you gotta look up And let the world see All the beauty that you're made of 'Cause the way you hang your head Nobody can tell You're my Virginia Bluebell My Virginia Bluebell Even through a stone A flower can bloom You just need a little push Spring is coming soon Umbrella in the rain Let it roll off your back Weather what you can Realize what you have Pretty little thing Sometimes you gotta look up And let the world see All the beauty that you're made of 'Cause the way you hang your head Nobody can tell You're my Virginia Bluebell My Virginia Bluebell Put a little light in the darkest places Put a little smile on the saddest faces Pretty little thing Sometimes you gotta look up And let the world see All the beauty that you're made of 'Cause the way you hang your head Nobody can tell You're my Virginia Bluebell My Virginia Bluebell |