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Under the leaves live three little thieves |
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They are bored with the common roles |
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Down in the valley at the wood of fairy |
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They are planning a brand new roam |
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Go to the mage for younger age |
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And they steal his elixir |
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But without the spell it doesn't work well |
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They only get a trip to fear |
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The dwarf, the elf and the leprechaun |
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Make their way to the fairy's grace |
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With its magical power sure it can |
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Make them lovely face |
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With an old, cheap cardtrick, win the witch's broomstick |
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And make their way to west |
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Rag coats are flapping, rodin' the north wind |
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To despoil the griffin's nest |
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Play on a tin flute and a mesmeric big lute |
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But their melodys' out of tune |
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So it breaks the silence, wakes up the giant |
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Who catches up and chokes them rude |
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The end of their way as a run-down mayday |
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They have an ale in moe's pub |
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Return to thier chamber to have a big slumber |
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But they realize they've been robbed |
