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Dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee |
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Deep in the cinnamon forest |
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She offers me crickets, she offers me tea |
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In the court of her enchanted palace |
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Asks me if I wanna stay |
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Sing with the trolls and the fays |
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Swim in her emerald lake |
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I'm dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee |
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The jesters are weeping, the cyclops are gone |
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She sits on a throne made of bees |
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She's weaving at night, she's knits all day long |
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Her children made out of fleas |
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And there, in a state of trance |
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She sees me and gives me her hand |
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I see the ogre polish the rainbow |
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As i'm dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee |
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A sip from the well |
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I am locked in a spell |
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Trapped in a grim fairytale |
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Endless the fun |
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I wish I had a gun |
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But I'm dancing forever... from room to room... |
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We dance the fandango, |
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We do menuet |
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Waltz in her shadow palais |
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Listen to the strings of a goblin quartet |
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See the magic ballet |
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Asks me if I wanna stay |
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Sing with the trolls and the fays |
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Swim in her emerald lake |
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I'm dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee |
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A sip from the well |
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I am locked in a spell |
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Trapped in a grim fairytale |
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Endless the fun |
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I wish I had a gun |
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I'm dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee |