| Dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee
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| Deep in the cinnamon forest
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| She offers me crickets, she offers me tea
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| In the court of her enchanted palace
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| Asks me if I wanna stay
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| Sing with the trolls and the fays
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| Swim in her emerald lake
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| I’m dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee
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| The jesters are weeping, the cyclops are gone
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| She sits on a throne made of bees
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| She’s weaving at night, she’s knits all day long
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| Her children made out of fleas
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| And there, in a state of trance
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| She sees me and gives me her hand
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| I see the ogre polish the rainbow
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| As i’m dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee
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| A sip from the well
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| I am locked in a spell
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| Trapped in a grim fairytale
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| Endless the fun
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| I wish I had a gun
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| But I’m dancing forever… from room to room…
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| We dance the fandango
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| We do menuet
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| Waltz in her shadow palais
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| Listen to the strings of a goblin quartet
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| See the magic ballet
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| Asks me if I wanna stay
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| Sing with the trolls and the fays
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| Swim in her emerald lake
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| I’m dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee
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| A sip from the well
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| I am locked in a spell
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| Trapped in a grim fairytale
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| Endless the fun
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| I wish I had a gun
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| I’m dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee |