| See them over there
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| See them moving down the road
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| Their arms held out ahead
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| And their eyes, their eyes are closed
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| Don’t make any noise
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| Cry out loud or stamp your feet
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| You’ll wake the girls and boys
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| Who are walking in their sleep
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| Every night they throw aside their blankets
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| Swing their feet down
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| Stand up and move out to the street
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| Like they’re under a spell
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| And together they roam across the country
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| And they’re walking in their sleep
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| You’ll recognize them when you see
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| Their rumpled hair and stocking feet
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| It seems like they want something
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| But we don’t know what it is
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| But here they come again
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| Yes, here they come again
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| Move aside and let the people go by
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| They don’t see you
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| Thinking that they’re home in their beds
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| They must not be disturbed
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| When they’re wandering all across the country
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| And they’re walking in their sleep
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| Perhaps when they awake
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| They’ll remember everything
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| They’ll think it was a dream
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| It will be forgotten then
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| But don’t make any noise
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| Cry out loud or stamp your feet
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| You’ll wake the girls and boys
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| Who are walking in their sleep |