| The dark he will steal from the shadows
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| From the neck of the goddess the bling
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| In a blink will take your sweet pillow
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| And even the horse from under the king
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| He will snatch the last breath from the dying
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| The light is ripped from the day
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| He swears on the truth but is lying
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| And when luck comes your way
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| He will take it away
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| Robs from both poor and rich men
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| All this, withoug being seen
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| Sparrows and wine from the kitchen
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| And with a gentle hand,
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| The heart of the princess
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| The master thief — the great deceiver
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| He fakes and he steals — the mystery weaver
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| The master thief — the great deceiver
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| There’s always a thief — the mystery weaver
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| He’s picking the stars like apples
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| Climbs up the tower again
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| The thief will be prince and then emperor
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| But love he can’t steal, and no one to call friend
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| The master thief — the great deceiver
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| He takes and bereaves — the mystery weaver
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| The master thief — the great deceiver
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| There’s always a thief — the mystery weaver
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| The master thief, there’s always, there’s always
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| A thief
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| The master thief, the great, the great deceiver
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| (The master) The master thief |