| In a city of crooked alleys
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| Crookeder women and wicked men
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| Dim lamps in the rumor mill
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| Suspicious kith and unkind kin
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| Haruspectre General
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| Sleeping soldiers in the field
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| Below the elders conspire
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| To turn the merciless and massive wheel
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| Strange cousins from the west overstay their welcome
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| Locked in among skeletons
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| Broken hearted and damned
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| Sorry to have to break it to you friend
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| But life seldom goes exactly as we plan
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| Strange cousins from the west overstay their welcome
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| Peculiar manner and strange dress
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| Who will ever dare to tell them?
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| The city’s always thriving
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| Hungry bellows of the Minotaur
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| Everyday more are arriving
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| And everyday it requires more
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| Unexpected circumstance
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| We must not delay
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| You have all been so very very kind to us
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| And we will return the favor one day
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| Fate is the idiot’s excuse!
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| Freedom is the sucker’s dream!
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| But we hope you find some measure of comfort
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| In considering us to be your family
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| Strange cousins from the west overstay their welcome
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| Peculiar manner and strange dress
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| Who will ever dare to tell them?
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| The city’s always thriving
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| Hungry bellows of the Minotaur
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| Everyday more are arriving
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| And everyday it requires more
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| The city’s always thriving
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| Savage bellows of the Minotaur
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| Everyday more are arriving
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| And everyday it requires more |