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What will happen to the stories from the bogs? |
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The trails of the |
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Vikings? The passing of sea sirens? |
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Is tradition holding regularly in this town? |
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If its going hiking |
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Then I'm going hiking |
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To the other places |
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That we never had |
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Something like a misplaced teacher |
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That is old and sad |
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With big raven |
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What will happen to that story telling clown? |
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His voice hypnotizing |
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The fire side frightening |
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I have to travel so far just to hear his sound |
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But I'm going hiking |
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Art thou coming hiking? |
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What have we done what have we done? |
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Fantasy is falling down |
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She's breaking apart breaking apart |
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Has she lost her number 1? |
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Throws out her hands throws out her hands |
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Let her tell what she can tell |
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There's nothing to do nothing to do nothing to do |
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Imagination floating around |
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Then build it back up build it back up |
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What art thou gonna do? |
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Go into the forest |
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Until I can't remember my name |
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I'm gonna come back and things will be different |
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I'm gonna bring back some stories and games |
