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Climbing up on |
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Solsbury Hill |
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I could see the city light |
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Wind was blowing, time stood still |
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Eagle flew out of the night |
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He was something to observe |
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Came in close, |
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I heard a voice |
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Standing, stretching every nerve |
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I had to listen, had no choice |
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I did not believe the information |
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Just had to trust imagination |
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My heart going boom, boom, boom"Son," he said, "grab your thingsI've come to take you home" |
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To keep in silence, |
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I resigned |
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My friends would think |
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I was a nut |
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Turning water into wine |
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Open doors would soon be shut |
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So I went from day to day |
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Though my life was in a rut |
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Till I thought of what |
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I'd sayWhich connection |
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I should cut |
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I was feeling part of the scenery |
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I walked right out of the machinery |
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My heart going boom, boom, boom"Hey," he said, "Grab your thingsI've come to take you home" |
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Yeah, back home |
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When illusion spin her net |
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I'm never where |
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I want to be |
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And liberty, she pirouette |
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When I think that |
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I am freeWatched by empty silhouette |
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Who close their eyes but still can see |
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No one taught them etiquette |
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I will show another me |
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Today I don't need a replacement |
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I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant |
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My heart going boom, boom, boom"Hey," |
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I said, "You can keep my thingsThey've come to take me home" |
