| We measured the distance
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| Of the space between the islands
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| Gazing out into the river Styx, she said
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| «It's no river at all, it’s a tidal estuary,»
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| Was her only line, she delivered it well
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| Oh, you’re just a caster of worthless spells
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| Oh, you’re just a caster of worthless spells
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| They called it the pyrex age
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| The glass dawn of our thought process
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| Later to be chronicled in violent history books
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| «You suffer» on karaoke
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| Cause there was no English translation for hell
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| Oh, you’re just a caster of worthless spells
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| Oh, you’re just a caster of worthless spells |