| The walk to the god house seems to take forever
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| People seldom go that way, the path is like a cemetery
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| Groups tend to string out over miles
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| 'Cause the people want to just be left alone
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| And the walk to the god house
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| Often ends in disappointment
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| 'Cause the gods there don’t move anymore
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| They sit on the same damp stones
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| In the same damp glass cages
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| Just like they sat there a hundred years before
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| The walk to the god house seems to take forever
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| People seldom go that way, the path is like a cemetery
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| Groups tend to string out over miles
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| 'Cause the people want to just be left alone
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| And the walk to the god house often ends in a picnic
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| The people try to break that god house spell
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| 'Cause it always leaves them empty
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| And it always leaves them hungry
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| And it always leaves them feeling unwell
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| The walk to the god house seems to take forever
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| People seldom go that way, the path is like a cemetery
|
| Groups tend to string out over miles
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| 'Cause the people want to just be left alone
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| 'Cause the people want to just be left alone
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| 'Cause the people want to just be left alone
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| 'Cause the people want to just be left alone |