| Hit the strings, have fun
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| There are still far twelve
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| Hit the strings, have fun
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| There are still far twelve
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| Hit the strings, have fun
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| Voice clear, voice loud
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| So let the roses open
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| So let the daughter open
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| Life is blue, life is green
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| Life is blue, life is green
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| The ceiling shakes and the floor sways
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| Lago, llag, flutter, flutter
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| Sit, sit more fun, sit, sit more fun
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| What can be done for us
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| What can be done for us
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| The walls are dressed in thick wines
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| Red air spins against the ceiling
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| Hit the strings, have fun
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| Who knows what will happen tomorrow
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| Beloved brother, beloved sisters, as soon as the raven wings sisters
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| Underneath the midnight down first
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| The vault would be shouted and gray
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| The breath of ice travels
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| Ice breath, black mist
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| Monk raven, cloudy raven
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| In the triangle, the raven feeds
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| Scream and say, scream and say:
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| Why gentlemen, gossipers
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| The pawns of the destiny
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| Girls, bacon
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| Now the black listeners
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| The earth is crumbling, the earth is crumbling
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| Sit, sit more fun, have fun
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| The earth is crumbling, the earth is crumbling
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| Sit, sit more fun, have fun
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| The earth is crumbling, the earth is crumbling
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| What can be done for us
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| The ceiling shakes and the floor sways
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| Lago, llag, flutter, flutter
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| Sit, sit more fun, sit, sit more fun
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| What can be done for us
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| What can be done for us
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| What can be done for us
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| What can be done for us
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| Sit, sit, have fun
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| Until the beat of twelve |