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There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold |
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And she's buying a stairway to heaven. |
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When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed |
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With a word she can get what she came for. |
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Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. |
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There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure |
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'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. |
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In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, |
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Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. |
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Ooh, it makes me wonder, |
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Ooh, it makes me wonder. |
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There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, |
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And my spirit is crying for leaving. |
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In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, |
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And the voices of those who stand looking. |
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Ooh, it makes me wonder, |
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Ooh, it really makes me wonder. |
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And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, |
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Then the piper will lead us to reason. |
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And a new day will dawn for those who stand long, |
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And the forests will echo with laughter. |
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If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, |
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It's just a spring clean for the May queen. |
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Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run |
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There's still time to change the road you're on. |
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And it makes me wonder. |
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Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, |
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The piper's calling you to join him, |
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Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know |
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Your stairway lies on the whispering wind? |
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And as we wind on down the road |
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Our shadows taller than our soul. |
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There walks a lady we all know |
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Who shines white light and wants to show |
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How everything still turns to gold. |
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And if you listen very hard |
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The tune will come to you at last. |
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When all are one and one is all |
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To be a rock and not to roll. |
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And she's buying a stairway to heaven. |
