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Peter sat on a mountain top. |
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northern wind blows through his hair all day long. |
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Peter never took no time for him to stop. |
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just stood right there and he stared. |
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singing, oh. |
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he don't need us anymore, cause his life is just too good. |
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he'll be living everyday and loving like we could. |
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and that's Peter's song. |
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have you ever known a boy, lonely as could be? |
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a lifetime away he was a child of the free. |
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so here he stand alone crying at the sea. |
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it listens, and moves, and holds him. |
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singing, oh. |
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he don't need us anymore, cause life is just too good. |
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he'll be living everyday, and loving like we could. |
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and that's Peter's song. |
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late one day on the mountaintop Peter swept down the side. |
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he'd been waiting all his life for one more chance to ride. |
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but the Sun said, "Son, don't you come around up |
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here anymore." |
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so Peter topped on his hat and head to the west shore. |
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singing Ladanday. |
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Have you ever known a boy lonely as can be? |
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lifetimes away we were children of the sea. |
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and if the Sun and Moon come through |
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freedom is a giude. |
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hoping that one day we will all try. |
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singing Ladanday |
