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There are tourists and then there are residents |
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In a city where the walls are filled with sound |
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Basting off the floors |
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Listening to your own thumping in the bass |
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The wizards play sirens |
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People march, some chant with the sound |
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A lot of the tourists are smaller then their shell |
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Funny they forget how small they really are in that |
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grand city |
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Some even forget where they came from |
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The gatekeepers, they don't own the key |
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They're merely robots that depending on how they feel |
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on that day |
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Extend their arms to remove and replace |
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The rope that let's the quest in and out |
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The city that only lasts a night |
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Means nothing but a sound |