| Now I lay me down to sleep
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| I pray the Lord my soul to keep
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| This may cease my wondering
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| Drifting slowly out to sea
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| I been sitting round so long
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| The papers tell of awful things
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| The world is pulling out it’s teeth
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| But in the trees mockingbirds sing
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| The world is made of pretty things
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| Colours of a sunset’s fire
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| Like the sound of babies crying
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| One way all the first align
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| Someday I will write a song
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| That will put the world to sleep
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| And quiet all of those babies
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| Pretty lying peacefully
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| And now I’ll wear a diamond ring
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| Maybe fake but I don’t care
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| As I have asked for lesser things
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| Even if the ring don’t shine
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| And when we run out of air
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| I shall cover us in quilts
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| They shall kiss our skin so fair
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| And tuck us into new warm beds
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| And tuck us into new warm beds
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| Yes the world is beautiful
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| When I sleep in it’s cool arms
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| Yes the cold winds can be cruel
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| And mountains keep us safe from harm
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| And now I lay me down to sleep
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| I pray the Lord my soul to keep
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| This may cease my wondering
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| In the trees mockingbirds sing |