| Warm… round the hunting fire
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| Wrapped in the robes of the dead warrior
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| Protected from ferocious winds
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| Under the shield of the dead gladiator
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| Standing in the darkness of this stagecraft
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| All is black I cannot see your faces I need
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| Light I want to see your eyes
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| Let my voice wash over your faces
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| Connection
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| Connection
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| Whoaa ohhh
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| A hundred thousand years ago
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| People livin' in bone white cities
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| Comin' and goin' on streets of silver
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| Talkin' future history
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| Then something very strong went wrong
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| And suddenly
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| People gathered round the hunting fires
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| (Huddled in caves like animal, not human)
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| Round the warmth of the late night fire
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| Cities gone, memories fading
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| Spend their lives round the late night fire
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| Give their souls to the hunting fire
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| Seeking each other’s company
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| Tryin' to remember ancient history
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| They lost connection
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| They lost contact
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| They need to touch you
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| Reach out across the ages and touch you
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| Meanwhile somewhere in the 20th century
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| A young girl named Phoebe Caulfield
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| Plops herself down on the sofa
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| Pops open a soda and watches you
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| She likes to watch murderer talk
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| She likes to see them on my TV
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| She likes to watch them how they walk
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| She likes to hear what they say
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| It’s like a car crash
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| Bloody fascination
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| You wonder how they get their shoes tied
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| Sit and stare at the horror there
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| She knows you watch them too
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| Stranglers, murderers, snipers, terrorists
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| Political assassins, crazy ones, cool ones
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| All them looking for
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| Connection
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| They lost contact
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| They lost direction
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| They need sexual, mystical
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| Magical, uninterrupted, Peter Gabriel like
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| Contact
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| Here I am
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| Again inside
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| This darkness
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| All is black
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| I cannot see your future
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| Give me light
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| I want to see your eyes
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| Just a little light
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| Inside your future
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| A small connection
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| Connection
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| Ah!!!
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| I’d like to see Jesus and Mohammad
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| On the road to Damascus
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| What did you think they would say
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| Would they fight with knives clenched in their teeth
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| Like Jews and Arabs today
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| Or would they walk and speak
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| Like philosophers and thinkers
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| Amused at each other’s insights
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| Relishing the brain waves there
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| Round the warmth of the hunting fire
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| Eager for, hungry for
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| They got to have
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| You know they love
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| Connection
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| Contact
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| Communion
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| And let our two great religions
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| Cease their senseless struggle
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| It only hurts the children
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| Connection
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| Connection |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Connection , by - Jefferson Starship. Song from the album Nuclear Furniture, in the genre Иностранный рок