| We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
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| Although I wasn’t there, he said I was his friend
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| Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
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| I thought you died alone, a long, long time ago
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| Oh no, not me I never lost control
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| You’re face to face
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| With the man who sold the world
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| I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
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| I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
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| I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
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| We must have died alone, a long, long time ago
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| Who knows? |
| Not me.
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| We never lost control
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| You’re face to face
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| With the man who sold the world
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| Who knows? |
| Not me.
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| We never lost control
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| You’re face to face
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| With the man who sold the world |