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A slight call afar is tempting me |
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Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream |
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I cannot ignore what I've always been |
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I am leaving again - one last time? |
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Laid on the pale scythe of the Moon |
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I play with stars around me |
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The elvendom is now calling out my name |
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My fairy and I are wandering through times |
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And stories forgotten, some old fairytales |
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Of wizards of Oz, of lost keys and gardens |
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Hiding secret doors that lead to a dream |
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For those who believe there's always a door to get in |
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A slight call afar is tempting me |
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Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream |
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I cannot ignore what I've always been |
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I am leaving again - one last time? |
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In my little kingdom I can be what I really |
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Wanted to be - The wanderer |
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I'm hearing scratches at my door |
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Somebody wants me again |
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Some little creatures will be my fellows |
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My demon and I are playing |
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Some wicked games I should not play, not fair to be played |
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Don't tell anyone the place where I'm going |
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'cause they won't believe - This time I don't know |
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If I'll ever return, say goodbye for me to my home |
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A slight call afar is tempting me |
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Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream |
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I cannot ignore what I've always been |
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I am leaving again - one last time? |
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In my little kingdom I can be what I really |
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Wanted to be - The wanderer |
