So good to meet you, Mr. Chess
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I've always heard that you're the best
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At housing knights
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And castles high up in the air
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So I beseech you, Mr. Chess
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To let me sleep inside your bed
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And would you sleep too
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Would you sleep too in the chair?
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You see, I dream of many things
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Of floating solitary kings
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Of pawns and people
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With blue sequins through their hair
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The jesters sings
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The bishop brings the queen
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A hollow following
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And all the pawns and people stop
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And people stare
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So I too stop
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At three o'clock
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I stumble to your door
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And knock
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And ask to see you
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Ask to be you, Mr. Chess
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Oh, Mr. Chess
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Now, I beseech you, Mr. Chess
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To let me sleep, to let me rest
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To let me dream, to let me sing without a care
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And I will dream you things so fair
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I'll sing you castles in the air
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And I will sleep too
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I will sleep too, well, I will rest
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Oh, Mr. Chess
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My Mr. Chess
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Mr. Chess
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| Duncan Sheik |
