Go to bed, the priests are dead Now no one can call you back Go to bed, the priests are dead Finally, you're pepper minted land
He's a merman He doesn't need your voice He's a merman
Go to bed, dream instead And you will find him He's a merman eternally He doesn't need something you're not willing to give He's a merman Doesn't need your voice to cross his land For lies
Go to bed, the priests are dead Now no one can call you back Go to bed, the priests are dead Finally you found it and lalala Who could ever say you're not simply wonderful? Who could ever harm you Go to sleep now You're my little girl Go to bed, the priests are dead And go and sing it all again Go to bed, past the apple orchard and you'll feel nice Two can play, I said two can play
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