Lonewolf-Sparrowhawk [2019-02-07 21:32:31 +0000 UTC]
All:
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
Thorin:
I'm just a Dwarf King, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me
To me
Balin, just found the gold
Old Smaug flew out ahead
Bowman shot him, now he's dead
Balin, life has just begun
But I still cannot find the Arkenstone
Balin, ooh ooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I can't find it by this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Bilbo, the time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
That you had it this whole time
Goodbye, little hobbit, you've got to go
Gotta leave us all behind and face the truth
Balin, ooh ooh
Dwarves:
(Anyway the wind blows)
Thorin:
I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been king at all
Gandalf:
I see a little silhouetto of a dwarf
All:
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me
Fili and Kili:
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, figaro
All:
Magnificoooo
Bilbo:
I'm just a halfling, nobody loves me
Dwarves:
He's just a halfling from a good family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Bilbo:
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
All:
Nix, nill, lach, no we will not let you go, let him go
Nix, nill, lach, we will not let you go, let him go
Nix, nill, lach, we will not let you go, let me go
(Will not let you go) let me go (never, never let you go) let me go (never let me go)
Oh oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Bilbo:
Oh mama mia, mama mia
All:
Mama mia, let me go
The Sorcerer has the Precious put aside for me, for me, for meeee
Thorin:
So you think you can rob me and spit in my eye
So you think you can mock me and leave me to die
Oh Bilbo, can't do this to me Bilbo
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
All:
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Thorin:
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
All:
Anyway the wind blows
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