What you are about to witness is
At its very core
An oddity
Not from the jungle of the far east
Or the mountains of the west
Nor the sea or its depths but
From somewhere closer
Far more familiar
Your imagination
A place you frequented in youth
But unfortunately saw less
And less as you grew
Some considered this odd today
To be the makeup of nightmares
Others consider it to be proof that God
Has in fact
Forgotten us
However no one can dispute that it is
An astonishing sight
That you will carry in your memories
Until your final breath
Now everybody form a line
5 cents per person
Tomfromhell - why is a nice girl like you waltzing around songs like these? |.| (Live) Lyrics
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What you are about to witness is
At its very core
An oddity
Not from the jungle of the far east
Or the mountains of the west
Nor the sea or its depths but
From somewhere closer
Far more familiar
Your imagination
A place you frequented in youth
But unfortunately saw less
And less as you grew
Some considered this odd today
To be the makeup of nightmares
Others consider it to be proof that God
Has in fact
Forgotten us
However no one can dispute that it is
An astonishing sight
That you will carry in your memories
Until your final breath
Now everybody form a line
5 cents per person
At its very core
An oddity
Not from the jungle of the far east
Or the mountains of the west
Nor the sea or its depths but
From somewhere closer
Far more familiar
Your imagination
A place you frequented in youth
But unfortunately saw less
And less as you grew
Some considered this odd today
To be the makeup of nightmares
Others consider it to be proof that God
Has in fact
Forgotten us
However no one can dispute that it is
An astonishing sight
That you will carry in your memories
Until your final breath
Now everybody form a line
5 cents per person
Writer: Thomas woodruff
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid