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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, 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, 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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Bayonets flashing, music is crashing |
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As the wooden soldiers march |
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Sabers a-clinking, soldiers a-winking at each pretty little maid |
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Here they come, here they come |
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Here they come, here they come |
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Wooden soldiers on parade |
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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, 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, 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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Bayonets flashing, music is crashing |
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As the wooden soldiers march |
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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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Bayonets flashing, music is crashing |
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As the wooden soldiers march |
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Hear them all cheering, now they are nearing |
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There's the captain stiff as starch |