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The toy shop door is locked up tight |
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And everything is quiet for the night |
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When suddenly, the clock strikes twelve |
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The fun's begun |
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The dolls are in their best arrayed |
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There's going to be a wonderful parade |
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Hark to the drum |
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Oh, here they come, cries everyone |
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Hear them all cheering, now they are nearing |
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There's the captain stiff as starch |
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Bayonet's flashing, music is crashing |
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As the wooden soldiers march |
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Sabers a-clinking, soldiers a-winking |
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At each pretty little maid |
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Here they come, here they come(Here they come, here they come) |
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Wooden soldiers on parade |
