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Oh Mum, the dreams are not so bad |
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It's just that there's so much to do |
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And I'm tired of sleeping |
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Oh Mum, the old man is telling me something |
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His eyes are wide and his mouth is thin |
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And I just can't hear what he's saying |
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Oh Mum, I wonder when I'll be wakened |
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It's just that there's so much to do |
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And I'm tired of sleeping |
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Oh Mum, I wonder when I'll be wakened |
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It's just that there's so much to do |
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And I'm tired of sleeping |
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Oh Mum, the kids are playing in pennies |
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They're up to their knees in money |
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And the dirt of the churchyard steps |
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Oh Mum, that man he ripped out his lining |
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He tore out a piece of his body |
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To show us his clean courted heart |
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Oh Mum, I wonder when I'll be wakened |
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It's just that there's so much to do |
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And I'm tired of sleeping |
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Oh Mum, I wonder when I'll be wakened |
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It's just that there's so much to do |
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And I'm tired of sleeping |
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Oh Mum, the bird on the string is hanging |
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Bones are twisting and dancing |
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She's fighting for her small life |
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Oh Mum, I wonder when I'll be wakened |
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It's just that there's so much to do |
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And I'm tired of sleeping |
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Oh Mum, I wonder when I'll be wakened |
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It's just that there's so much to do |
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And I'm tired of sleeping |
