| She holds court, queen of all the mountains
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| Snow leopards hide amongst her hills
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| The bong billows clouds up to the ceiling
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| Fresh stars day-glo in the night
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| Mai-Tais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends
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| The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway
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| Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4
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| Back in Tiki 4
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| One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys
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| Grandmaster, apprentice of architects
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| Design curves where others leave trails
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| It’s freaking you out as you search for the lock on the door
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| Pillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floor
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| Back to Tiki 4
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| Tiki 4
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| Tiki 4
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| And the darkness zips up the city like a body bag
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| The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead
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| Meanwhile we’re back in Tiki 4
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| Tiki 4
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| Tiki 4
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| Back in Tiki 4
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| Renee is curled up on the sofa
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| Judy scratches away at her scars
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| Loud lines that were only a whisper
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| Too weak for the angels to hear
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| But she’s proud, she got the respect of her mother
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| She didn’t waver, straight down the lines and out of sight
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| Judy woke up in Tiki 4
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| Back in Tiki 4
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| And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bag
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| The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead
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| Meanwhile we’re back in Tiki 4
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| Tiki 4
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| Back in Tiki 4
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| Writing graffiti on the moon
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| Graffiti on the moon
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| Writing graffiti on the moon |