| How do you say to your child in the night
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| Nothing is all black but then nothing is all white?
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| How do you say it will all be alright
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| When you know that it mightn’t be true?
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| What do you do?
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| Careful the things you say,
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| Children will listen.
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| Careful the things you do,
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| Children will see.
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| And learn.
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| Children may not obey,
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| But children will listen.
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| Children will look to you
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| For which way to turn,
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| To learn what to be.
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| Careful before you say,
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| «Listen to me.»
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| Children will listen.
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| Careful the wish you make,
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| Wishes are children.
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| Careful the path they take,
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| Wishes come true,
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| Not free.
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| Careful the spell you cast,
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| Not just on children.
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| Sometimes the spell may last
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| Past what you can see
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| And turn against you…
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| Careful the tale you tell.
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| That is the spell.
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| Children will listen…
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| How can you say to a child who’s in flight,
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| Don’t slip away and I won’t hold so tight?
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| What can you say that no matter how slight won’t be misunderstood?
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| What do you leave to your child when you’re dead
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| Only what ever you put in its head
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| Things that your mother and father had said
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| Which were left to them too.
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| Careful what you say, children will listen
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| Careful you do it too, children will see and learn.
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| Oh!
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| Guide them but step away,
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| Children will glisten.
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| Temper with what is true
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| And children will turn,
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| If just to be free.
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| Careful before you say,
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| «Listen to me.»
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| Children will listen…
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| Children will listen!
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| Children, children will listen |