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We wander lost forgotten hills |
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Blue sky, green grass, we are still |
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The mists enfold us gently smelling |
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Breeze in our ears softly telling |
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of the days of light and laughter long ago |
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They trace us, taste us, touch our hair |
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Show us a castle and show us to their lair - to their lair |
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And the rolling moon rocks on by |
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We dance until we start to cry |
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We've got feverish sweat and aching bones |
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But please oh God, don't take us home. |
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It's pretty cool but we can't rest |
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The purple sun sets in the west |
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We prance on gold - red summer lawns |
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Dragons-blood evening, the buzz of swarms |
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of lawnmowers mowing summer lawns away, far away, |
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I realise we really are quite far away, far away, |
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far away, far away |
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And the rolling moon rocks on by |
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We dance until we start to cry |
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We've got feverish sweat and aching bones |
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But please oh God, don't take us home |
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Please oh God, don't take us home |
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Please oh God, don't take us home |
