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I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside |
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I'm going higher than I've ever been before |
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That's where you'll find me, over the horizon |
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Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore |
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I dreamed I saw a tree full of angels, up on Primrose Hill |
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And I flew with them over the Great Wen till I had seen my fill |
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Of such poverty and misery sure to tear my soul apart |
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I've got a socialism of the heart, I've got a socialism of the heart |
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I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside |
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I'm going higher than I've ever been before |
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That's where you'll find me, over the horizon |
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Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore |
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The angels asked me how I felt about all I'd seen and heard |
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That they spoke to me, a pagan, gave me cause to doubt their word |
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But they laughed and said: "I doesn't matter if you'll help us in our art |
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You've got a socialism of the heart, you've got a socialism of the heart" |
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I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside |
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I'm going higher than I've ever been before |
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That's where you'll find me, over the horizon |
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Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore |
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Their faces shone and they were gone and I was left alone |
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I walked these ancient empire streets till I came tearful to my home |
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And when I woke next morning, I vowed to play my part |
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I've got a socialism of the heart, I've got a socialism of the heart |
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I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside |
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I'm going higher than I've ever been before |
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That's where you'll find me, over the horizon |
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Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore |
