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Carrying the weight on the end of a limb youre 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 your made of cause the way you hang you head nobody can tell your my Virginia bluebell my Viginia bluebell Even through the 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 ya can, realize what you have* Pretty little thing sometimes you gotta look up and let the world see all the beauty that your made of cause the way you hang you head nobody can tell youre 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 your made of cause the way you hang you head nobody can tell your my Virginia bluebell my Viginia bluebell |