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Strange maps,
The corpse road,
The true heart of Europe,
And how the rest was owned.
Strange maps,
The great unknown,
Postcards from the past,
But it still ends at home.
Strange maps, strange maps,
The stranger the better as far as I’m concerned.
Strange maps,
Orwellian curse,
Two at the same time,
Yet fiction makes it worse.
Strange maps,
Going nowhere,
It starts when you’re lost,
With the fear of being scared.
Strange maps, strange maps,
The stranger the better as far as I’m concerned.
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