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These Are The Ghosts lyrics
There is a mountain of snow, up past the big glen
We have a castle enclosed, there is a fountain
Out of the fountain flows gold, into a huge hand
That hand is held by a bear who had a sick band
Of ghosts and cats
And pigs and bats
With brooms and bats
And wigs and rats
And play big dogs like queens and kings
And everyone plays drums and sings
About big sharks
Sharp swords
Beast bees
Bead lords
Sweet cakes
Maste lakes
O ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Part of these releases
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- Track 1 on Free the Bees
- 2 Wash In The Rain
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- Track 14 on Free the Bees
- 13 It Isn't Exact
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