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We passed upon the stair, |
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We spoke of was and when |
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Although I wasn't there, |
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He said I was his friend |
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Which came as some surprise |
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I spoke into his eyes |
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I thought you died alone, |
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A long, long time ago |
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Oh no, not me |
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I never lost control |
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You're face to face |
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With the man who sold the world |
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I laughed and shook his hand, |
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And made my way back home |
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I searched for form and land, |
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For years and years I roamed |
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I gazed a gazely stare |
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At all the millions here |
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We must have died alone, |
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A long, long time ago |
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Who knows? Not me. |
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We never lost control |
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You're face to face |
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With the man who sold the world |
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Who knows? Not me . |
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We never lost control |
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You're face to face |
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With the man who sold the world |
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Who knows? Not me . |
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We never lost control |
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You're face to face |
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With the man who sold the world |
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Who knows? Not me . |
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We never lost control |
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You're face to face |
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With the man who sold the world |
