| In a while I’ll find the time to make the sunshine mine
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| In a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
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| Wheeling, soaring, gliding by
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| On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
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| Shiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond rings
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| Wining, dining, shining king
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| And the eagle flies in clear blue skies
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| Breathing in the clear blue air
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| Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
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| And fifty more come rolling off
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| The Ford production line
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| Then a man appearing like a mirage on the sand
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| In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
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| Screaming, dealing, movie man
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| Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blows
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| Close your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise rise
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| Climbing, high into the sky
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| By the ornamental lake, a diamond lies
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| Upon the finger of the king
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| On high the eagle spies the glitter of a gun
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| And wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun |