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There was an old woman that lived in a shoe |
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She had so many children, she didn't know what to do |
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They were doin' all right, till she took 'em to town |
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The kids started pickin' 'em up and puttin' 'em down |
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Now all your children wanna rock, mama |
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All your children want to roll |
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They wanna roll, wanna rock, wanna bop till they pop |
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All your children want to rock |
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Well, we're not tryin' to live too fast |
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And we might as well try to live in class |
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Better move out before the rent comes due' |
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Cause we wanna live in a blue suede shoe |
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All your children want to rock, mama |
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All your children wanna rock |
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Wanna roll, wanna rock, wanna bop till they pop |
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All your children want to rock |
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Well, every night when it's quiet and still |
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You can hear it echoing through the hill |
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From a blue suede shoe on a mountain top |
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All of mama's children are doin' the bop |
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All your children wanna rock, mama |
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All your children want to roll |
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They wanna roll, wanna rock, wanna bop till they pop |
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All your children want to rock |
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Well, all your children wanna rock, mama |
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All your children wanna roll |
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They wanna roll, wanna rock, wanna bop till they pop |
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All your children want to rock |
