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Bored of the life on 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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Alone with the dream of a life |
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He travelled the wide open road, |
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The blinkered arcade, |
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In search of another to share in his life. |
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Nowhere. |
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Everyone looked so strange to him. |
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They've got no horns and they've 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 a city of gold |
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That lies in the deep distance, he cried |
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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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Beast that can talk? |
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More like a freak or publicity stunt. |
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Oh... |
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No. |
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They've got no horns and they've 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 a city of gold |
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That lies in the deep distance, he cried |
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And broke down the door 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 you 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 |
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Why did I ever leave? |
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They've got no horns and they've 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 a city of gold |
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That lies in the deep distance, |
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He cried and wept. |
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And so we set out with the best 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've got no horns and they've 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 a city of gold |
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That lies in the deep distance |
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(Hello friend, welcome home.) |