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There is the land of beauty
Against the pit of hate
The boulevard that lies between
Is called ‘The Rabbit Hole’

You’ll never know our stories
We’re all banned from your state
Except the fiddler on the roof
The one who takes the souls

I hear him playing in the night

CLICK-CLICK, BANG-BANG
Trumpets in the end
Feel the sudden touch of the bone hand
CLICK-CLICK, BANG-BANG
Trumpets in the end
Feel the sudden touch of the bone hand

A palace of all pleasures
A dungeon of all sins
The boulevard that lies between
Is called ‘The Looking Glass’

The garbage and the treasure
They can’t be mixed by any means
But there’s a man whose guns tell tales
And wonders come to pass

I hear him playing in the night


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