| Well, I came upon a child of god
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| He was walking along the road
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| And I asked him, tell me where are you going?
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| This he told me
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| Said, I’m going down to Yasgur’s farm
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| Gonna join in a rock and roll band
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| Got to get back to the land and set my soul free
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| We are stardust, we are golden
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| We are billion year old carbon
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| And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
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| Well, then can I walk beside you?
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| I have come to lose the smog
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| And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turning
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| And maybe it’s the time of year
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| But then maybe it’s the time of man
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| And I don’t know who I am
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| But life is for learning
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| We are stardust, we are golden
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| We are billion year old carbon
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| And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
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| We are stardust, we are golden
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| We are billion year old carbon
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| And we 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 a celebration
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| And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
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| Riding shotgun in the sky
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| Turning into butterflies
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| Above our nation
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| We are stardust, we are golden
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| We are caught in the devils bargain
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| And we got to get ourselves back to the garden |