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Back into the present, it's different since I've been away:
War and desolation, it's getting worse with every day
Even back in 1358,
people had to fight to keep things straight.
Waiting in the disco, tell my friends just what I've seen
They won't believe my story when I tell them where I've been
Smoke and lights and music blow my mind
Must go somewhere quiet to unwind.
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