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Laser boy I'm called |
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The one who makes and creates toys |
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For imaginations to become what they were once |
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Long before the hourglass was cast, we were ageless |
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Coloring the phantom ghost of time, with our last breath |
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I Beam, You Beam |
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I Beam, You Beam |
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There's nowhere else for love to bury deep herself |
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Or scorn, the last parting sigh |
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Of stillborn saintly souls |
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Arise my love |
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Eager for the march |
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Through rainbow arch |
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I proclaim much |
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All the ancient fathers rest their heads |
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In observed watch |
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Wizards bring a dark curse to the land |
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With wand in hand |
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From a book of black words comes the name |
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Of a lamb slain |
