| I came upon a child of God
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| He was walking along the road
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| And I asked him where are you going
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| And this he told me
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| I’m going on down to Yasgur’s farm
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| I’m going to join in a rock 'n' roll band
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| I’m going to camp out on the land
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| I’m going to try an' get my soul free
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| We are stardust
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| We are golden
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| And we’ve got to get ourselves
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| Back to the garden
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| Then can I walk beside you
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| I have come here to lose the smog
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| And I feel to be a cog in something turning
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| Well maybe it is just the time of year
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| Or maybe it’s the time of man
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| I don’t know who I am
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| But you know life is for learning
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| Oh, we are stardust
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| We are golden
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| And we’ve got to get ourselves
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| Back to the garden
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| By the time we got to Woodstock
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| We were half a million strong
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| And everywhere there was song and celebration
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| And I dreamed I saw the bombers
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| Riding shotgun in the sky
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| And they were turning into butterflies
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| Above our nation
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| We are stardust (billion year old carbon)
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| We are golden (caught in the devil’s bargain)
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| And we’ve got to get ourselves
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| Back to the garden
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh…
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| Hmm… |