| In a big town called L. A
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| Where no one walks nowhere
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| We walked to the County Museum
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| Just me and my brother
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| My friend and my mother
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| Just doing a little sightseeing
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| We checked out some textiles
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| Some sculptures of reptiles
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| When a strange picture caught my eye
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| Big room filled with lions
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| So peaceful and quiet
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| With a young man standing so calmly by
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| With a young man standing so calmly by
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den
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| By American painter named Henry O. Tanner
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den
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| Well, you know I love lions
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| But I don’t love dying
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| So I’ve never gotten too close
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| They’ve got powerful paws
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| And bone crushing jaws
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| And sharp claws on each of their toes
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| But Daniel’s serene
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| And the lions just preen
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| And I suddenly see what it all means
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| If I’m a good fellow
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| And peaceful and mellow
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| I’ll have lions protecting me
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| I’ll have lions protecting me
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| Just like Daniel in the lions' den
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| Daniel in the lions' den
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| By American painter named Henry O. Tanner
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den
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| By American painter named Henry O. Tanner
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| It was Daniel in the lions' den |