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The boy cried out |
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Gaily on the ground |
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At the joy of something he had found |
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Aw, come on children, get your heads back together |
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Aw, come on children, get your heads back together |
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Aw, come on children, get your heads back together |
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The days are getting warmer now, the nights are getting shorter now |
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And you know we can make it 'cause you know we're alive |
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But we don't have to take it, any way we'll survive |
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If I were you I'd throw it far away |
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But if you were me |
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You'd tell me I should stay |
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Aw, come on children, get your heads back together |
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Aw, come on children, get your heads back together |
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Aw, come on children, get your heads back together again |
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Again, again and again and again |
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Again, and again and again |
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Again, again, again |
