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See them over there |
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See them moving down the road |
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Their arms held out ahead |
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And their eyes, their eyes are closed |
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Don't make any noise |
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Cry out loud or stamp your feet |
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You'll wake the girls and boys |
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Who are walking in their sleep |
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Every night they throw aside their blankets |
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Swing their feet down |
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Stand up and move out to the street |
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Like they're under a spell |
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And together they roam across the country |
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And they're walking in their sleep |
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You'll recognize them when you see |
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Their rumpled hair and stocking feet |
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It seems like they want something |
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But we don't know what it is |
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But here they come again |
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Yes, here they come again |
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Move aside and let the people go by |
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They don't see you |
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Thinking that they're home in their beds |
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They must not be disturbed |
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When they're wandering all across the country |
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And they're walking in their sleep |
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Perhaps when they awake |
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They'll remember everything |
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They'll think it was a dream |
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It will be forgotten then |
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But don't make any noise |
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Cry out loud or stamp your feet |
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You'll wake the girls and boys |
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Who are walking in their sleep |
