| Sing a song
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| Of a mockingbird
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| With the whole world singing
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| About you
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| Within your hand
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| You hold the whole world
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| That could not beat song
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| Without you
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| Within years born
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| In the morning sun
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| Glad words that speak
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| Of a new day
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| And the mockingbird sings
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| Of a light that is one
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| And the whole world that dreams
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| Of a new day
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| So, sing, oh, children
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| Of everything I say
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| You ever sung of everyone
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| Who’s ever been this way?
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| You ever sing of harmony
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| Sung to the morning sun?
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| Sing the song of everyone
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| We’re only just began
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| Upon a fragile, gradual hole
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| Your life toge’er for your singing
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| And the lamb that has wandered
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| Away from the foe
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| And the truck who’s not lost
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| But just dreaming
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| So, sing oh, children
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| Of everything I say
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| You, you ever sung of everyone
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| Who’s ever been this way?
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| You ever sing of harmony
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| Sung to the morning sun?
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| Sing the song, oh, everyone
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| We’re only just began
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| So, sing, children (so, sing oh, children)
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| Yohoo! |
| (Yohoo!) everything I say
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| You ever sung of everyone
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| Who’s ever been this way?
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| You ever sing of harmony… |