There was a rhyme that wasn't a rhyme In a time that wasn't a time There was a place that wasn't a place There was a race that wasn't a race But I lived in a city no-one knew Thousands of people, indecisions Chained in by sorrow everyone Started to wonder how it all begun Waiting for leaders to lead them to pens Queues went for miles and millions to come Fall of because write us a few Friend kept complaining and joined the queue! Still was a place that wasn't a place Still a race that wasn't a race Had to find it, it wasn't 'round here Such a thought - a simple idea Long hall and benches, flesh on the spit Music was playing, wine to drink Women of scarlet, faces of flame Laughter and argue, ever the same
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