| There was a little boy standing
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| With his little boy tears
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| And a broken heart
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| The other kids said
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| «You don’t belong with us
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| Just stay away!»
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| He was crying all day long
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| His whole world felt so wrong
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| When somewhere from the mountain
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| He heard a friendly song:
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| (joik)
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| Ey-oh-loa, ey-oh-loa
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| Lift your heart, rise above
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| And let the music guide you
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| Ey-oh-loa, ey-oh-loa
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| Spread your wings, shine your light
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| And let the music guide you
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| The old man stood by the lonely tree
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| One rainy day
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| The same place where they together
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| Used to laugh and play
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| Now with nobody else around
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| There was no hope to be found
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| When suddenly the tree would whisper
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| A familiar sound: |