| When it all comes true
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| Just the way you planned
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| It’s funny but the bells don’t ring
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| It’s a quiet thing
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| When you hold the world
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| In your trembling hand
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| You’d think you’d hear a choir singing
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| It’s a quiet thing
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| There are no exploding fireworks
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| Where’s the roaring of the crowds?
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| Maybe it’s the strange new atmosphere
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| Way up here among the clouds
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| But I don’t hear the drums
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| I don’t hear the drums
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| And I don’t hear the band
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| I don’t hear the band
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| The sounds I’m told such moments bring
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| Happiness comes in on tiptoe
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| Well, whatd’ya know?
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| Well, whatd’ya know?
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| It’s a quiet thing
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| It’s a quiet thing
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| A very quiet thing
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| Hush, little baby, don’t say a word
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| Mama’s gonna buy you a mockin' bird
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| And if that mockin' bird don’t sing
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| Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
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| And if that diamond ring turns brass
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| Mama’s gonna buy you a lookin' glass
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| So hush, little baby, don’t you cry
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| Mama’s gonna sing you
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| Mama’s gonna sing you a lullaby
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| Hush, little baby, don’t say a word
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| Mama’s gonna buy you a mockin' bird
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| There are no exploding fireworks
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| Where’s the roaring of the crowds?
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| Maybe it’s the strange new atmosphere
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| Way up here among the clouds
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| But I don’t hear the drums (so hush, little baby)
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| I don’t hear the band (don't you cry)
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| The sounds I’m told such moments bring (mama's gonna sing you a lullaby)
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| Happiness comes in on tiptoe
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| Well, whatd’ya know?
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| It’s a quiet thing
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| A very quiet thing |