| When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill
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| And kisses the roses 'round my window sill
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| Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
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| Of the birds in the treetops on Mockingbird Hill
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| Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee
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| It gives me a thrill
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| To wake up in the morning
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| To the mockingbird’s trill
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| Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee
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| There’s peace and good will
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| You’re welcome as the flowers
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| On Mockingbird Hill
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| Got a three-cornered plow and an acre to till
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| And a mule that I bought for a ten-dollar bill
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| There’s a tumble-down shack and a rusty old mill
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| But it’s my Home Sweet Home up on Mockingbird Hill
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| Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee
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| It gives me a thrill
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| To wake up in the morning
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| To the mockingbird’s trill
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| Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee
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| There’s peace and good will
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| You’re welcome as the flowers
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| On Mockingbird Hill
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| When it’s late in the evening I climb up the hill
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| And survey all my kingdom while everything’s still
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| Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill
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| Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockingbird Hill
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| Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee
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| It gives me a thrill
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| To wake up in the morning
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| To the mockingbird’s trill
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| Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee
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| There’s peace and good will
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| You’re welcome as the flowers
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| On Mockingbird Hill |