| A golden haze just floating on
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| The broken sods of earth
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| A Minotaur is dead and gone
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| Since man had his birth
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| Ulysses no longer searches
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| For his golden fleece
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| But somewhere I know that I will
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| Find my place of peace
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| Oh now babe see what you have done
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| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Once the gates of heaven came
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| And they left their mark
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| The earth was green and verdant
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| like some Surrealistic park
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| But then you came and changed it
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| To your every whim and way
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| Now who can stop you on your
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| Path to world decay
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| Oh now baby see what you have done
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| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Man has taken all he wants
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| Given nothing back
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| Soon his bombs will open
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| Every fissure every crack
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| A golden haze just floating on
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| The broken sods of earth
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| A Minotaur is dead and gone
|
| Since man had his birth
|
| Ulysses no longer searches
|
| For his golden fleece
|
| But somewhere I know that I will
|
| Find my place of peace
|
| Oh now babe see what you have done
|
| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Some day sunrise coming my way
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| Some day sunrise coming my way |