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When it all comes true
Just the way you planned
It′s funny, but the bells don't ring
It′s a quiet thing
When you hold the world
In your trembling hand
You think you'd hear a choir sing
It's a quiet thing
There are no exploding fireworks
Where′s the roaring of the crowds?
Maybe it′s the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds
But I don't hear the drums
And I don′t hear the band
The sounds I'm told such moments bring
Happiness comes in on tiptoe
Well, what do you know
It′s a quiet thing
A very quiet thing
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Writer(s): John Kander, Fred Ebb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
