| High up on a mountain in a mountain tree
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| A joyful little frog does alchemy
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| And he makes liquid light and color
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| When I was on the mountain in the mountain tree
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| I drank a funky potion that the frog made me
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| As he was singin' a song about Aslan and he was singin'
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| Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o
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| Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o
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| Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o
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| Giant birds of ancient, over-head in motion
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| They called to the mountain wood and troubled the ocean
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| Then out tumbled the Narnian children
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| I reeled with the dragons and their funny colored knights
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| 'Til my eyes exploded into diamond lights
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| Electric lights in sapphire blue and they were singin'
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| Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o
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| Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o
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| Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o
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| When the moon a lapis blue was up and tipping, dripping light
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| Upon the spatial spectral electrical warm and windy night
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| I was leaning on the sycamore dreaming
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| Abbly, dabbly, skiddaly, be, be, bop, be, diddaly, dee
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| Now high up on the mountain in my own tree
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| You’ll find me singin' to «The Ballad Of Aslan» and I’ll be singin'
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| Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o
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| Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o
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| Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o |