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Grey velvet sky above, inhaling smoke from the factory |
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Trams run on the main street, drunken blokes at the pub |
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There used to be a castle, there used to be a king |
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Recently, legacy made these people indulge in luxury |
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Few miles to the west, in the forest with the oldest tree, |
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Surrounded by a sign that says, you are most welcome |
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There used to be a harbor, there used to be a boat |
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Recently, Impatience has made these people learn to fly |
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Voice of people shouting, both happy and angry |
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That has not changed for a long time |
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Far away, far away, for a long long time |
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Listen to this, listen to this, silence in your mind |
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You're drawn into into |
