| See the people run and gather:
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| How something high has caught their eye!
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| Ripening with the sound of something
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| The speaker stands to wave and cry
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| He says: «hear ye, hear ye, faithful poppets
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| Now something dreadful has occurred
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| And ye waste no time, ye heed my warning:
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| Little Johnny thinks he is a bird!»
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| Johnny, come down, come down from the sky;
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| Johnny, come down, you’re flying too high
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| Johnny yells full of the posture
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| Sailing high above the ground:
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| «I won’t drink your muddy water;
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| You’ll try your best and i won’t come down
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| Cause i can see your picture painted
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| And true, it’s part of life, i’m sure
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| And that don’t mean i’ve got to like it
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| And when the air is clean and pure.»
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| Johnny, come down, come down from the sky;
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| Johnny, come down, you’re flying too high
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| Johnny, tell us, tell us, will you
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| Just what secret have you found?
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| Do you really know the answer
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| How to sail above the ground?
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| Cause half is part of all an answer
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| And it’s better, sure, than none at all
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| And i can’t love no hand that strikes me;
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| If i shot him down, i’d surely fall
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| Johnny, come down, come down from the sky;
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| Johnny, come down, you’re flying too high |