| Pedro wakes in the morning
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| Sun is shining, the birds are singing
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| Other children are calling
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| The gang’s all here and there’s no time for waiting
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| As they run down the alley, merchants sort their fare
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| Preparing for the day, they wait for today’s first pay
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| Not impatient not eager, they’re familiar with the meter of
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| Just another day in the streets of San José
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| They sing
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| A-oom, a-oom, buenos dias
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| A-oom, a-oom, como estais
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| A-oom, a-oom, how is your family
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| A-oom, a-oom, so good to see you today
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| Pedro knows it’s time to go home now
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| The sun is sinking, the birds have stopped singing
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| Other childrens' mothers are calling
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| At home they know a meal will be bubbling
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| As they run down la calle, musicians fill the air
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| With songs of love, songs of love and despair
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| Conqueros, charangos, all sensing the tempos of
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| Just another night in San José's light
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| They sing
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| A-oom, a-oom, buenas noches
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| A-oom, a-oom, hasta mañana
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| A-oom, a-oom, time to go home now?
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| A-oom, a-oom, just sing one more song for me |