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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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