| Blue birds flying so far from the ground
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| green glass is growing, and the sun is high
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| Old man sitting on a bench of stone
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| far from nothing, far from home
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| Dreams within him are running wild
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| hair grown long, he’s the summer’s child
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| Fear sends chills down through his bones
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| Sits back waiting to die alone
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| High class woman, high class man
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| So much power held in your hand
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| High class woman, high class man
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| Day is comming and you’ll all be damned
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| Do you understand?
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| Day is comming and you’ll all be damned
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| Gold sun setting on a silver dawn
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| drift away into the great beyond
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| Truth is waiting for you to find
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| Take my hand, leave this world behind
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| High class woman, high class man
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| So much power held in your hand
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| High class woman, high class man
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| Day is comming and you’ll all be damned
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| Walk with me into the morning light
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| Midnight sun blinds my eyes
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| Let your soul drift into the sea
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| Set your mind and your body free
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| Set your mind and your body free
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| High class woman, high class man
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| So much power held in your hand
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| High class woman, high class man
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| Day is comming and you’ll all be damned |