| By the nine, it’s been five long years since I’ve come here
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| So, I think I’m perfectly entitled to cry one tear
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| And now, I want beer
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| And I need a mead and thanks to this bucket
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| We don’t have to buy one, here!
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| I’ve just baked up a fresh batch of sweetrolls
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| Would you like one dear?
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| I should head back to my Hearthfire
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| Before the Dawnguard start lecturing
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| But my belly’s full and inventory’s empty
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| So, we’d better get adventuring
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| Pick up a weapon
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| Then pick a direction
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| Then pick a dungeon that we’re entering
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| No fast travel, just treasuring every texture that’s rendering
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| Quest:
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| Reliving our memories and carving out some new ones
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| With newer and shinier hardware you can do whatever you want
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| Is it just me or have mods made this world change in odd ways?
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| My frosty droplets of snot are thawed under the God rays
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| They drip in the mountain water, glistening
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| Trickling sounds are sort of twinkling
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| Rippling out, I’m sure if you’re listening
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| Your hair’s on end and your pores are tingling
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| My legacy, odyssey, elegy, prophecy’s better than ever
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| You’re probably getting euphoric and wobbly
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| In bed in pyjamas
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| But it feels like ebony armor, it’s Godly
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| I am the Dragonborn and thus
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| I’m dragging you back to my birthplace
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| I’ve got unfinished business
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| I never did the main quest in the first place
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| So many side missions, civil wars, guilds and factions
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| How can I ever one-hundred percent a game
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| That’s filled with distractions
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| Refractions and reflections
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| Weapon sets and plant collections
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| Never-ending
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| Harry, uh, Harry
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| Pants, erection |