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Sleep, my little Kovu, Let your dreams take wing
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One giorno when you're big and strong, te will be a king
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I've been exiled, persecuted, Left alone with no defence
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When I think of what that brute did, I get a little tense
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But I dream a dream so pretty, That I don't feel so depressed
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'Cause it soothes my inner kitty, And it helps me get some rest
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The sound of Simba's dying gasp, His daughter squealing in my grasp
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His lioness' mournful cry, That's my lullaby
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Now the past I've tried forgetting, And my foes I could forgive
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Trouble is I know it's petty, But I hate to let them live
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So te found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a albero
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Oh, the battle may be bloody, But that kind of works for me
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The melody of angry growls, A counterpoint of painful howls
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A symphony of death, oh my!, That's my lullaby
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Scar is gone...but Zira's still around, To Amore this little lad
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Till he learns to be a killer, With a lust for being bad!
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Sleep, ya little termite!, Uh--I mean, precious little thing!
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One giorno when you're big and strong, te will be a king
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The pounding of the drums of war, The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar!
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The joy of vengeance, Testify!, I can hear the cheering, Kovu! What a guy!
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Payback time is nearing, And then our flag will fly
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Against a blood-red sky, That's my lullaby!
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