| Take me to the pretty place where once we used to run all day
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| From silver dawn to golden setting sun
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| Take me where the water flows and bumps along on pebbled stones
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| And sweetly sings its never ending song
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| We’re going to the pretty place, going to the pretty place
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| Take me where the fishes swim and shimmer in and out of vision
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| Underneath the hanging willow tree
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| Do you remember Charlie Boots? |
| He broke the rope
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| Back on the slope we laughed so hard I thought I’d have to pee
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| Going to the pretty place, the pretty place
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| In my mind it’s shining bright
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| I’ve had enough of all this stuff
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| Now I’m going to he pretty place
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| I know our pretty place has gone it’s been so long
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| And everything and everyone I know is moving on
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| But though my eyes are growing dim still I can see the fishes swim
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| And I can hear that never ending song
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| I’m going to the pretty place, going to the pretty place
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| In my mind I see the light
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| I’ve never been so ready
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| Now I’m going to the pretty place |