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The shells, swallowed whole and spreading fast, not knowing the homes they deprive



The hypnosis of a tale...

Tries to blind the starlight...



I'll climb this beanstalk till the giant within me stumbles

And the pumpkins start to moan. The growth of love is an epidemic. I measure my tortoise, and build my strength



Brick-by-brick, hill-by-hill

The hypnosis of the tale...

Tries to burn the starlight

But the moon is made of mustard...



Sail, sail, by moonlight, sail, sail, by your tortoise shell



It's ok to weep, weep for me, cry your eyes to puddles,



Cry for me it's time for tea

I will not subdue, I will not be spoonfed

I will reside in my shell

Cry for me

Cry for me, it's time for tea