| My name is Walter, I may look different
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| But I am looking for a bus, oh boy
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| I do not yet know all that I need to know
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| Someday I’m gonna be a busdriver
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| Pick up my friends on the open road
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| Look, here comes Deborah, she got a song too
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| Maybe someday you’ll hear it I hope
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| We gonna reach out today
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| Gonna reach out today
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| For some mothers and fathers 'cause we don’t have our own
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| We are eager for our first hello
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| Cause I been looking for a, looking for a home since the day I was born,
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| day I was born
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| I been looking for a, looking for a home since the day I was born,
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| day I was born
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| So reach out today, oh, reach out today
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| For some mothers and fathers 'cause we don’t have our own
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| We are eager for our first hello
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| This here is Zeke, he gonna be a pilot
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| When the cliffs come he gonna help us fly
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| Over the Rwenzori mountains, so tall
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| 'Cause I been looking for a, looking for a home since the day I, since the day I
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| I been looking for a, looking for a home was born, day I was born
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Reach out today, oh, reach out today
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| For some mothers and fathers 'cause we don’t have our own
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| And we are eager for our first hello
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| We are eager for out first hello
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| Though we don’t know exactly where we’ll go, oh
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| 'Cause I hear the wind shout, «Tear up your sails for kites!
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| Send them up to me for your dreams to take flight.»
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| We need wind for our sails
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| We need air for our tires
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| We look beat for smiles, we need Carla for spirit to ride
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| Reach out today, oh, reach out today
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| For some mothers and fathers 'cause we don’t have our own
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| And we are eager for our first hello
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| We are eager for our first hello
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| Though we don’t know exactly where we’ll go, oh
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| We are eager for our first hello |