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Look in my eyes, sing me lullabies.
Put me to sleep by the oceanside.
Dream, dream, dream.
Into the city with the loudspeaker, sea shell from the ocean.
Need to be heard.
Gather round, gather round and sing with us. So sing it.
With all our voices, echo through the night, they'll sure hear us out alright.
We'll sing it once; we'll sing it twice again.
And one more time, repeat it.
So hear us out.
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