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There, smoke turns into serpents in the air |
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Beware, there's no sanctuary anywhere |
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On this very spot, a great city once stood |
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It oozed with evil but it felt so good |
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Well i don't know |
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Where did it go? |
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And here, there's lots of method in their madness dear |
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And we're considering remaining here |
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In this very house a giant was born |
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With two angry eyes and one sharp black horn |
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Well i don't know |
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How could he grow? |
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The fountains gush wine |
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The chimneys spurt flowers |
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Where me and my friends pass the fleeting hours |
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Well yes and no |
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Where did they go? |
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Goodbye, there's no reason, there's no alibi |
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I'll try to write you a letter from the cyclone's eye |
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On this very day, a hundred years before |
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They opened up the future like it was a door |
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Well i don't know |
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Where did it go? |
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The towers stretch up, the spires spiral odd |
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Behind the vicar's gate, the sign, "beware of god" |
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Well i don't know |
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Where did he go? |