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You look up high |
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And you see the sky so big and blue |
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And you wonder why |
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People don't worship beauty |
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You look down on the ground |
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And you see the flowers |
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They're red and blue and brown |
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And you wonder why |
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People don't worship beauty |
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There was a beautiful land |
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There was a beautiful land |
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There was a beautiful land call Fuh |
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And in this land there was a king |
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And everybody called him the Fuh king |
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And the Fuh king did what he wanted to do |
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I said the Fuh king |
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He went where he wanted to go |
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Oh, mighty, mighty Fuh king |
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All hail the Fuh king, the mighty Fuh King |
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All hail, all hail the Fuh King |
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You walk out on the street |
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You see the people and hear the pitter pat |
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Of their happy young feet |
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And you wonder why |
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People don't worship beauty |
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See the animals and plants |
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See the men and women do their sacred dance |
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All in a key ring around beauty |
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All hail beauty, mighty beauty |
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All hail, all hail beauty |
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There was a land they called Fuh |
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And in this land there was a king |
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And everybody called him the Fuh king |
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And the Fuh king thought what he wanted to think |
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I said the Fuh king he said what he wanted to say |
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Oh, mighty, mighty Fuh king |
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All hail the Fuh king, the mighty Fuh king |
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All hail, all hail, all hail the mighty Fuh king |
