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Its three o' clock in the morning You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads She says that they're all dead She tried the last one on It couldn't speak, fell off And now she just wanders the halls Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all She says is this the return to Oz? The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws There's a wind-up man walking round and round What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
pinklolly1 added this comment 2008-04-17 15:33:12-05:00
so gothic pretty!
pinklolly1 added this comment 2008-04-17 15:33:12-05:00
so gothic pretty!