| We passed upon the stair,
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| we spoke of was and when
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| Although I wasn't there,
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| he said I was his friend
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| Which came as some surprise
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| I spoke into his eyes
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| I thought you died alone,
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| a long long time ago
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| Oh no, not me
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| 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,
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| and made my way back home
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| I searched for form and land,
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| for years and years I roamed
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| I gazed a gazeless stare
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| at all the millions here
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| We must have died alone,
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| 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 |