| All my life I have been searching for the fabled promised land
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| With my sisters and my brothers we shall walk there hand in hand
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| Through the trials and tribulations and the Devil’s cruel temptations
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| I know that we will all get there one day
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| After years and years of wandering, oh, the Kingdom we shall find
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| And the doors may not be open, but we’ll gather in the line
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| And our hearts will swell with pride the day those gates swing open wide
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| And we take a walk down Main St., USA
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| Oh, that Magic Kingdom in the Sky
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| We will all be there together by and by
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| We will all drink from the fountain and go riding on Space Mountain
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| When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the Sky
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| Where Mother Minnie, Father Dopey and St. Tinkerbell abide
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| There’ll be no more cares or sorrows on that heavenly teacup ride
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| I will lay down all my fears when I put on those big black ears
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| And join the choir to sing in harmony
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| We will sing the songs of endless souls who once had gone astray
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| Who were lost but now are found in the electric light parade
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| Singing «Hakuna Matata», growing Mouseketeer stigmata
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| In the only club that’s made for you and me
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| Oh, that Magic Kingdom in the Sky
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| We will all be there together by and by
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| All God’s children shall be free in Pirates of the Caribbean
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| When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the Sky
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| Oh, the meekest and the poorest, their inheritance shall see
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| And a zillion Japanese tourists all will join the jamboree
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| They will ride that holy monorail into sweet Providence
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| When they know that their redeemer is a mouse in short red pants
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| (Nice pants!)
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| Won’t you take me to Orlando, where the sun is shining bright
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| All the angels are clean-shaven, and the people snowy white
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| Where your problems all are hidden, and unhappiness forbidden
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| You’ll find salvation for a modest fee
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| Climb into my Winnebago, and if you help with the gas
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| Then we maybe can finagle you a five or six day pass
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| May your afterlife be blessed, just American Express it
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| Let Mastercard and Visa set you free
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| Oh, that Magic Kingdom in the Sky
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| We will all be there together by and by
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| All religions may be practiced there except for Southern Baptist
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| When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the Sky
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| Oh, that Magic Kingdom in the Sky
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| Manufactured by that Uncle Walter guy
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| We’ll give thanks to that old geezer, and we’ll keep him in the freezer
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| When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the…
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| Reach the Magic Kingdom in the…
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| Reach that Magic Kingdom in the Sky! |