Aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aaah, aaah
Aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aaah, aaah
Aah, aaah, aaah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah, aaah, aaah
Aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aaah, aaah
Aaaaaaaaaaaah, Aaaaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaaaaah, Aaaaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaaaaah, Aaaaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaaaaah, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Line showder, inside the ways to come of only own
You, you win, and run away to hide in all your own
We, we run, and come away our own, our own one
And I, I-I, I hope it gone away, inside the falls
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