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I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run
Marco's shadow falls on the door
to the 7 lost
Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the mile
the city lights
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No one knows where the night can go
except for
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On the outskirts of expansion, looking out from Blueprint peak
The
Sonic Wind, honing in, on a tune that no one
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