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| I've been thrown out from a convent and now I come to apply for the job as a nanny. I will give your children fun and freedom that you won't approve of, and you and I will be lovers in the end | |
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| Uh... I'm not sure, but the last thing sounds great. You're hired. | |
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| o/' Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens o/' | |
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| o/' I'm here to tell you that singin's forbidden. We German soldiers don't want you to cheer, pack all your luggage and get out of here o/' | |
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| o/' The hills are alive with the sound of music o/' | |
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| That's not the sound of music. That's the sound of German guns, and if you don't stop singing, you'll give us away. | |
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