| I recall when I was small
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| How I spent my days alone
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| The busy world was not for me
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| So I went and found my own
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| I would climb the garden wall
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| With a candle in my hand
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| I’d hide inside a hall of rock and sand
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| On the stone an ancient hand
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| In a faded yellow-green
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| Made alive a worldly wonder
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| Often told but never seen
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| Now and ever bound to labor
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| On the sea and in the sky
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| Every man and beast appeared
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| A friend as real as I
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| Before the fall when they wrote it on the wall
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| When there wasn’t even any Hollywood
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| They heard the call
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| And they wrote it on the wall
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| For you and me we understood
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| Can it be this sad design
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| Could be the very same
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| A wooly man without a face
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| And a beast without a name
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| Nothin' here but history
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| Can you see what has been done?
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| Memory rush over me
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| Now I step into the sun
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| Before the fall when they wrote it on the wall
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| When there wasn’t even any Hollywood
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| They heard the call
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| And they wrote it on the wall
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| For you and me we understood
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| Before the fall when they wrote it on the wall
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| When there wasn’t even any Hollywood
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| They heard the call
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| And they wrote it on the wall
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| For you and me we understood |