| See Ms. Malone
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| She spends another quiet evening alone
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| Sits in her study and stares at the phone
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| And a bell in her head will ring
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| All the children sing
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| All the dancers start to sway in time
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| The orchestra begins to play
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| Somebody pours the wine
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| The sun and moon collide
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| Isn’t gravity a funny thing
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| The universe explodes apart
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| All the children sing
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| Of Mr. Malloy
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| He’s always seen himself as one of the boys
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| He thinks that men are tough and women are toys
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| But a bell in his head will ring
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| All the children sing
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| All the birds are chirping harmony
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| The scent of love is in the air
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| Sunset on the sea
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| The angel of the lord
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| Just declared we aren’t worth a thing
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| The galaxy is null and void
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| All the children sing
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| Crawled across a thousand miles of desert sand
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| Looking for an answer from a holy man
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| And this is what he told me with a wave of his hand
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| He said, «A bell in your head will ring»
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| Here’s to the Chinaman, wise and old
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| Here’s to the Eskimo, brave and cold
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| Here’s to the Jew in the holy land
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| Here’s to the Arab in his caravan
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| Here’s to the African, strong and proud
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| Here’s to the redneck, good and loud
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| Here’s one to you and there’s one more thing
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| A bell in your head will ring
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| All the children sing
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| All the dancers start to sway in time
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| The orchestra begins to play
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| Somebody pours the wine
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| The sun and moon collide
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| Isn’t gravity a funny thing
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| The universe explodes apart
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| All the children sing
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| All the children sing
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| Darling, all the children — everybody — sing |