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A long time ago
In the Kingdom of Candy
A lion once roamed the streets
And kept time
Howled on the hour
Whined on the minute
Roared every second day of the year.
Candylion, Candylion
Candylion, Candylion
Dreams can come true
Nightmares can also
Opposites push and pull to the fore
Morph into flowers
Or a frozen winter
We're flying in love
Or falling in hate
Candylion, Candylion
Candylion, Candylion
Candy...
A penguin and carnation
Lion...
A lemon and dalmation
Candy...
And though I look for inspiration
Lion...
Still my favorite combinations'
Candylion, Candylion
Candylion, Candylion
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Lonesome are the words
the words I think to myself since you said goodbye
Lonesome are the dreams
the dreams that you lay shattered on that distant night
Lonesome are the tears
lonesome go the years
lonesome are the waves goodbye
Vultures in the sky
ready to pounce down on my corpse one day
Cultured are the books
the books that you left rotting by our poisoned bed
Ruined are the crops
the Oxon hang aloft
lonesome is the swirling wind
Lonesome are the tears
lonesome go the years
lonesome are the waves goodbye
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Now That the Feeling Is Gone |
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Ffrwydriad yn y Ffurfafen |
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