| On the following friday as I turned out the light
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| Grandma' came and knocked at My door
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| «Wake up King, wake up My dear
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| I am gonna show You about the house of Amon»
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| It is time for tea, it is time again
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| «Even Your mother is present
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| We made her sleep in My rocking chair»
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| At first I felt really scared but there was no reason to
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| As I saw the knife sneaking out from
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| Grandmother’s dress
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| Then it cut a tiny wound in My mother’s little hand
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| It is time for tea, it is time again
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| Guitar solo: Pete
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| Blood was running into the tea pot, then I heard «THEM» laugh
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| «A bit of this in a cup of tea, is what it takes to set „THEM“ free
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| You will hear „THEM“ telling stories from far beyond this earth»
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| What I saw and what I heard made me want to stay and learn
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| I really hope this dream will never end
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| It’s hard to describe the kind of
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| Feeling that went on in My mind
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| A paradise
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| Guitar solo: Pete, Guitar solo: Andy
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| Hearing «THEIR» stories and feeling «THEIR» warmth
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| We laughed with tears in our eyes
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| From the first cup of tea, to the last drop of blood
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| Nothing seemed to matter at all anymore
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| My Mother? |
| She didn’t exist to me
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| Oh I felt so heavenly
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| It is time for tea, it is time again |