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I heard somebody say |
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he'll be coming tonight |
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to the ring of bells |
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when the dark turns to day |
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He will go to the knights |
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of the Round Table |
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He's been called by the cries of the kings |
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he will guide their minds |
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'til he leaves with invisible wings |
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He will raise up his arms |
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and show battles in air |
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but they're all gone now |
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He can dress up with charms |
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he can just disappear |
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and you don't know how |
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He was born in mysterious times |
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under care of gods |
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he can chose kings and light up the nights |
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I can see |
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the wizard |
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is coming |
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and he'll show which is the way |
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The wizard |
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is coming |
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and today's a better day |
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The wizard |
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Enchanting |
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And he'll go |
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fly to the stars tonights |
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Look up and see the light |
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Like a prince from afar in a pauper's disguise |
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he will come to you |
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He can see throught your heart |
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he can read in your eyes |
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He knows all of you |
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He knows all of the future and past |
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He knows he'll be doomed |
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by a love that forever will last |