| The life, the throng, the merriment
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| The bustle is perfect for thieves
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| The footfall, the cobbles
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| Aroma of cooking, they eat
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| They giggle they speak
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| The market’s alive in the sun
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| Sebastian pays notice his reflection
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| And loses his eyes in the troth
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| The skies untouched by the vultures
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| The wind lay an anxious mystique
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| The puzzling calmness was perfect for sneak
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| The shadows, the sunshine, the teeth, the gnashing
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| Sebastian feels something is wrong
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| The knowing shade makes his
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| Somethingness hide in a hole
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| What the hell is happening here
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| Zanzibar just can’t be far
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| Watch for him
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| Zanzibar, not too far, Zanzibar
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| Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy
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| Here in my lenins, cat curl a kitten up
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| Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy
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| Just for a minute, someone will wake me up
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| Sasha rests in her daybed
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| A soon to be victim of sneak
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| The darkness, the thief
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| The hiding, the lenins
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| The curtains concealing the sneak
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| The breezes, a buzzsaw, the teeth
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| Concealing the pirate and smirk
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| He’s eyeing her mane on the pillow
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| The resting, the giggles, the dream
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| A heartbeat for nervous to sneak
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| The curtain aside for a peak
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| The Sasha, the ether, the squiek
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| Sebastian returns, finding no Sasha at home
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| What the hell is happening here
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| Zanzibar has gone too far
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| After him
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| Zanzibar, gone too far, Zanzibar
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| My sleep, peace free me from lenins
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| His cold touch leading me
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| He’s stolen me away in the night
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| And torn my nurturing gown
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| Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring the bell, the bell
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| Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring the bell, the bell
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| Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring the bell, the bell
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| Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring the bell, the bell
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| A foul poison corrupteth our cup
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| Let the swashbuckler taint the lake
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| With the blood of our skinned manes no more
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| He snatcheth forth from us Sasha
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| He hath prepared his sepulchre
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| Let us seal it for him
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| Let us clease our blades with the purity of bloodshed
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| Attack
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| Our hooves draw closer
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| Return her to us
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| Quell our vengeance
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| Return her to never
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| Your time draws nearer
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| Return her to us
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| Ranks grow larger
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| Return her to us
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| Her bridal is tightening
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| Bridal is tightening |