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One cannot begin to understand how a grain of sand that's falling is the motion that they're calling time. |
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Morning after morning in the marketplace of Helltown there's a sale under every single awning. |
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The lights above the bar turn on, it's dawn, the spirits never left your mind. |
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You see your fear reflected in the mirror, it's very weird and very wide |
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Longhorn skulls and gryphons are carved high above the entrance to the building of the college of psychology. |
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An ocean full of monsters serves to keep you from the water that surrounds this giant island we call home. |
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How does it feel to know everything's real? |
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You were getting tired before we arrived to save your life, you were getting tired |
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Nothing here is unreal, mythology can't be forced. |
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Heartbreaking legends are descending from the forest, Lake Disappointment, Lost Passenger Ravine. |
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Ask yourself a question, a very simple question: |
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Why these names appear on every map you've ever seen: |
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Lake Disappointment, Lost Passenger Ravine. |
