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Dive down, dive down |
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Into the cool green water |
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Swim around, swim around |
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By the fish and otters |
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Louis Loon |
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Louis Loon |
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Flap your wings, flap your wings |
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You're picking up speed |
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Soon you'll spring, soon you'll spring |
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High above the trees |
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June the beaver |
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Below you'll leave her |
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Gnawing on sticks, gnawing on sticks |
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With another dam to fix |
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Louis Loon |
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She hears your song |
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Echoing over lakes and hills |
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Lonely and long |
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Sometimes it's high, sometimes with a trill |
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Wherever you are |
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You are admired from afar |
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But just around the bend |
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You can always call your friends, call your friends |
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Splash, splash, splash, splash |
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Come on in and land |
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In a flash, in a flash |
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You're under water again |
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Looking to see when you surface where you'll be |
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Won't you stay? |
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Won't you stay? |
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Your friends want to play |
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Won't you stay? |
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Won't you stay? |
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Your friends wanna play |
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Won't you stay? |
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Won't you stay? |
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Your friends wanna play |
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Won't you stay? |
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Won't you stay? |
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Your friends want to play |
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Won't you stay? |
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Won't you stay? |
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Your friends wanna play |
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Won't you stay? |
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Won't you stay? |
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Your friends wanna play |
