Go to bed, the priests are dead
Now no one can call you back
Go to bed, the priests are dead
Finally, youre pepper minted land
Hes a merman
He doesnt need your voice
Hes a merman
Go to bed, dream instead
And you will find him
Hes a merman eternally
He doesnt need something youre not willing to give
Hes a merman
Doesnt 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 youre not simply wonderful?
Who could ever harm you
Go to sleep now
Youre 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 youll feel nice
Two can play, I said two can play
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