Summertime
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And the living is easy
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Fish are jumping
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and the cotton is high
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oh your daddy's rich
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an your mom's good lookin
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so hush little baby don't you cry
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One of these mornings
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You're going to rise up singing
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Then you'll spread your wings
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And you'll take the sky
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But till that morning
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There's nothing can harm you
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With daddy and mommy standing by.
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Summertime
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Charlotte Church |