| Oh tell me, do you live in dreams?
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| You’re not exactly what you seem to be Yeah, we want to follow Ellesun
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| But come tomorrow we will want to run from Ellesun
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| Oh no You’re so fashionably late
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| And you’re wearing all that black like fate
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| You wanna run to the forest all the time
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| She’s got a ring of serpents
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| One red, one green, entwined
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| She’s got skeletons in her closet
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| That always seems to fall in line
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| I wonder if she’s lost it in the head
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| Yeah, she just wants to get you into bad
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| Just take another prisoner, Ellesun
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| Oh yeah, just tell another lie until it’s done
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| Oh my Your name cannot be traced
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| And your theology is out of date
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| You wanna run to the fairies all the time
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| She offers you a ring of serpents
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| And she offers you her hand
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| It’s not like love or friendship
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| It’s something hidden
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| Oh the meetings on, it’s such a secret circle
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| Secret circle of, secret circle of, secret circle of…
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| Oh tell me, do you live in dreams?
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| You’re not exactly what you seem to be Ellesun |