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Could we possibly see |
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The keeper of all the keys |
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One key to rule them, he keeps in the great hall |
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Underneath a dark tower we call |
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Now we beat on the drum |
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But wary a dancer's call |
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And now the children the oracle has seen |
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Play on the old debts of his creed |
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And he doesn't even realise |
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He doesn't realise |
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That it's all happening |
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To let him know there's a change |
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Coming up behind him |
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While he's hanging on to the chain |
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That's the key that binds him |
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Now the changes are made |
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The colour of a Renaissance Fair |
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Six feet the wind blow and eyes above do breeze |
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Song for thee oh, keeper of the keys |
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And he doesn't even realise |
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He doesn't realise |
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That it's all happening |
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To let him know there's a change |
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Coming up behind him |
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While he's hanging on to the chain |
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That's the key that binds him |
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The keeper of the keys |
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The keeper of the keys |
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The keeper of the keys |
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It's all over now |
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It's all over now |
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It's all over now |