| I came upon a child of God
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| She was walking along the road
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| And I asked her, «Where are you going?»
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| This she told me
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| Said, I’m going on down to Yasgur’s farm
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| Gonna join a rock 'n' roll band
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| I’m gonna camp out on the land
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| Gonna try and set my soul free
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| We are stardust, we are golden
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| And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden
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| Then can I walk beside you?
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| I have come here to lose the smog
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| And I feel to be a cog in something turning
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| Yeah, maybe it’s just the time of year
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| Or maybe it’s the time of man
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| I don’t know who I am but life is for learning
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| We are stardust, we are golden
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| And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden
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| By the time we got to Woodstock
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| We were half a million strong
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| And everywhere was a song and celebration
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| And I dreamed I saw the bombers
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| Riding shotgun in the sky
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| Turning into butterflies above our nation
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| We are stardust, we are golden
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| (Billion year old carbon)
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| And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden
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| We are stardust, we are golden
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| (Caught in the devil’s bargain)
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| And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden |