Some thoughts curl up and fade into the darkness
He's on your mind your thinking about the Terrorphin
You know he knows your name I know he's in your brain
just wait the Terrorphin will tell you, I'll have your heart for breakfast
when I went out to sea i had more than one diary
but the storm turned on me so I threw one back to sea
and my words found their home, lying on the Terrorphin's tongue
and from that day no ones heard a word from the Terrorphin
I'd like to read the diary of the Terrorphin He knows the truth he whispers to the seashells
when the storm finally cleared we sailed into shore
I met with the king and queen and showed them my report
I don't want your diary show me to the silver I don't want your diary
tell me where the gold is hiding
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