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Sleep little baby don't you fret |
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Mamma's going to say a little prayer |
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Then mamma's going to get some masking tape |
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To fix the hole in the ozone layer |
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Sleep little angel, baby dove |
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Sun's gone down, it's getting late |
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Mamma's got her chicken soup of love |
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For the bad old world is sick with hate |
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Wish that I could give you child |
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All the beauty I have seen |
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Mamma's going to sing you a melody |
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That you can hum when you're alone |
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Now you're in your cozy bed |
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Sleep little angel, drop of mud |
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There's a journey in your head |
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And desert winds blow in your blood |
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Wicked wold and wicked world |
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Howling in the moonless sky |
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But mamma's here to fend them off |
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Hush little baby, don't you cry |
