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In a prehistoric dried up lake, a million years after the last earthquake, there lived a little girl who loved to bake. |
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The only thing she made was cake, and all she used was salt. |
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That's all she had, it's not her fault. |
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Saline the |
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Salt Lake |
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Queen She used a rudimental substance for an ingredient that she could pour into a chalice she carved out of stone. her only friend, it was a big black crow who flew with love, he would fly high above, look back at her below. |
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Oh Saline, only seventeen swollen up with pride. |
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Oh Saline, under desert's skies |
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She's a bromide. |
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She makes green fire |
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In a tunnel of thorns and she's got yellow eyes. |
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She'd cook alone amid a brutal ruin. |
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It's hard to tell exactly what she's doin'. |
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An incantation and a crow flew in |
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Oooooh Oooooh |
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And then she took a taste |
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The black crow looked into her face |
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Saline the |
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Salt Lake |
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Queen Oooooh, oooooh |
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Oh Saline, the desert queen |
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Oh Saline, only seventeen swollen up with pride. |
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Oh Saline, under desert's skies |
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She's a bromide. |
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She makes green fire in a tunnel of thorns and she's got yellow eyes. |
