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Bored of the life in the city of gold |
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He'd left and let nobody know |
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Gone were the towers he had known from a child |
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Along with a dream of a life |
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He traveled the wide open road |
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The blinkered arcade |
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In search of another to share in his life, nowhere |
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Everyone looked so strange to him |
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They got no horns and they got no tail |
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They don't even know of our existence |
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Am I wrong to believe in the city of gold |
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That lies in the deep distance? |
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He cried and wept as they led him away to a cage |
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Beast that can talk, read the sign |
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The creatures, they pushed and they prodded his frame |
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And questioned his story again |
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But soon they grew bored of their prey |
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The beast that can talk |
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More like a freak or publicity stunt, oh oh, no no |
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They got no horns and they got no tail |
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They don't even know of our existence |
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Am I wrong to believe in the city of gold |
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That lies in the deep distance? |
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He cried and broke down the door |
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Of the cage and marched on out |
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He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out |
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There, beyond the bounds of your weak imagination |
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Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold |
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Let me take you there, show you a living story |
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Let me show you others such as me, why did I ever leave? |
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"They got no horns and they got no tail |
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They don't even know of our existence |
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Am I wrong to believe in the city of gold |
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That lies in the deep distance?", he cried and wept |
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And so we set out with the beast and his horns |
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And his crazy description of home |
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After many days journey, we came to a peak |
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Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out |
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We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we saw |
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A spire of gold, no, a trick of the eye, that's all |
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But the beast was gone and a voice was heard |
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They got no horns and they got no tail |
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They don't even know of our existence |
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Am I wrong to believe in the city of gold |
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That lies in the deep distance? |
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(Hello friend, welcome home) |