Small child you worry me
talking about your new dreams
singing songs that you don't mean
and you will never understand
ashes burn or are they lit?
we all fall back down
stand back up and we sing again
to favor dreadful sounds
Smaller child you trouble me
buried in your brand new world
answer me when you are free
and maybe you will understand
killer queen is the big bee
she is troubled too
and if you're sweet then she will sting
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