No one's from here, no one my dear, not even the trees.
So change your name, just keep your face. We're temporary anyway.
Before you came we played this game in our masquerade.
We're no fixtures.
So lose your past. I'm sure you'll find it's in the way all the time.
Before you're through you're someone who looks a lot like you.
We chant in the manmade snow.
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