We passed upon the stairs, We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes -- I thought you died alone A long long time ago
Oh no, not me, We never lost control, You're face to face, With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand, I made my way back home, I searched for form and land, Years and years I roamed, I gazed a gazely stare, We walked a million hills -- I must have died alone, A long long time ago.
Who knows, not me, I never lost control, You're face, to face, With the man who sold the world.
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