He made his way to the border
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In the shadow under the trees
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Down by a stream in a hollow
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Turn your head feel the breeze
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And the red Queen was waiting for the news
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For the white King to move
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And the balance hung upon the head of one who tried
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To stay within the shadows
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And keep his undercover secret tight
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They let him in by a back way
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Into a chamber reserved for the Queen
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She took the note that he gave her
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Opened it slowly and started to read
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Run to the treasury and bring me back some gold
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Give it to the pawn who came, she cried
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He says the white King thinks the game of chess is wrong
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And all the courtiers crowded round
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and this is what she told the gathered throng
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Go to the store by the dungeon
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Take all the red paint take all the white
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Make up a newborn colour
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Cover your neighbor we'll be all right
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There will be no game today, she cried across the board
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Everyday will be a holiday
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And all the pieces cheered as tidings spread abroad
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And the Pink Queen sat
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and smiled at the cat who smiled back
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Country Song
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| Pink Floyd |
