Land Of Giants
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Land Of Giants
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In the end we're friends for life
The murky past is littered with our just delights
And I know deep down inside this is nice
And you know deep down inside that this isn't right
When we move on
We'll look back on this history
The games are gone
And with them goes the mystery
Unsubtle rhymes and blatant tries at acting cool
All for the love of feeling blue
Like such a fool
One in a million isn't so bad when you're used to it
So grab your hat and your shoes and twist a little bit
Let's hit the dance floor running mulled wine on the tips of tears
Crash the new day with a party and a sordid cheer
In the land of giants
There's a saying
Sometimes its better to fold
Than to keep on playing
Even with a flush of hearts
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Hooded Fang performs "Land Of Giants", and this lyric page sits inside the Hooded Fang catalog on LyroVerse.
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