| When the sun came up and the world was new
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| There was not a thing that we could not do
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| With hearts on fire and flowers in our hair
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| And we sang our songs and we clapped our hands
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| And the lame would walk and the weak would stand
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| Singing, «my sweet lord, I’ll meet you in the air»
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| Yours was mine and mine was yours
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| Love would open every door
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| But something changed
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| Can you help me understand
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| I though it was a pretty good plan
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| Well you picked your spot on the highest hill
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| And you raised your cup and you drank my fill
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| Looking down on where we used to stand
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| So we gathered round there beneath your feet
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| And you built a tomb where we all could meet
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| But did someone set their rock on sinking sand
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| There was laws and there was rules
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| Some for kings and more for fools
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| We all tried to understand your pretty good plan
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| I gave mine and you took yours
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| Hid behind your golden doors
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| It all gets strange when the money’s changing hands
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| Thought it was a pretty good plan
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| Our good intentions may pave the road ahead
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| Why do we always find our hearts are
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| Somewhere else instead
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| Was laws and there was rules
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| Some for kings and more for fools
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| We all tried to understand this pretty good plan
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| I gave mine and you took yours
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| Hid behind your golden doors
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| It all gets strange when the money’s changing hands
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| What happened to the pretty good plan |