| Hush little boulevard
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| Now close your eyes
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| I’m a millionaire in Paris
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| In a raggedy man’s disguise
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| I see through the glasses of the drunken blind
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| A city were tragedy is an industry
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| But it’s food for a healthy mind
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| Sleep tight children of the world
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| Sleep tight remember always sleep at home
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| My home is a shelter from language and race
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| A wonderful mixture of grace and emotion and growing pains
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| Steam trains to the milky way
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| Hasta manana when the day is done
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| If I was a star above the ocean I would guide ever sailor home
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| Throw all of your mirrors up at the sky tonight
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| Maybe the sun has set for the final time and the world will be burning bright
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| Sleep tight children of the world
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| Sleep tight remember always sleep at home
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| My home is a shelter from language and race
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| A wonderful mixture of grace and emotion and growing pains
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| Steam trains to the milky way
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| I bought some gardenias at the market place
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| And I saw some old men playing checkers
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| And love on a young girl’s face
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| Sing «when you’re smiling» for the boy’s return
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| Inside the fire is on and every friend I own is singing my favorite song
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| Dream on
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| Children of the world
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| Dream on
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| Remember always sleep at home
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| My home is a shelter from language and race
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| A wonderful mixture of grace and emotion and growing pains
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| Steam trains to the milky way
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| Steam trains to the milky way |