| Once was a magical place
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| Over time it was lost
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| Price increased the cost
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| Now the fortune of the kingdom
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| Is locked up in it’s dungeon vaults
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| The castle floor ties in traps
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| With coiled wires set back
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| Decoyed by the old cheese
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| Now the drawbridge has been lifted
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| As the millions
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| They drop to their knees
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| They pay homage to a king
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| Whose dreams are burried
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| In their minds
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| His tears are frozen stiff
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| Icicles drip from his eyes
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| The cold wind blows as it snows
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| On those who fight to get in On heads that are small
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| Disillusioned as they enter
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| They’re unaware what’s
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| Behind castle walls
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| But now it’s written in stone
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| The king has been overthrown
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| By jesterly fools
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| And the power of the people
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| Shall come to believe they do rule
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| They pay homage to a king
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| Whose dreams are buried
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| In their minds
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| His tears are frozen stiff
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| Icicles drip from his eyes
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| Welcome to the tragic kingdom
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| Cornfields of popcorn
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| Have yet to spring open
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| Have they lost their heads
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| Or are they just all blind mice
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| We’ve heard all their stories
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| One too many times
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| Hypnotized by fireflies
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| That glow in the dark
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| Midgets that disguise themselves
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| As tiny little dwarfs
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| The parade that’s electrical
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| It serves no real purpose
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| Just takes up a lot of juice
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| Just to impress us Welcome to the tragic kingdom
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| Cornfields of popcorn
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| Have yet to spring open |