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Cassandra's still shouting from the city walls but no one ever hears
And far below the traffic moves like fish upon the ocean floor
to the rhythms of the tide
We're holding on so tight because it seems as if we're moving very fast
But all this speed is just illusion as we while away our lives
Whatever they want from you - you don't have to give
Whatever they say to you - you don't have to give
Whatever they put you through
Fury to the left of me, madmen to the right
And on Caesars Mall seduction is so sweet
It's easy to forget that there's a price on
Whatever they want from you - you don't have to give
Whatever they say to you - you don't have to give
Whatever they put you through
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The king of carven stone
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden
His harp shall be restrung
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore resung
The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And rivers golden run
The streams shall run in gladness
The lakes shall shine and burn
All sorrow fail and sadness
At mountains king's return