We passed upon the stair,
we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there,
he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone,
a long long time ago
Oh no,not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand,
and made my way back home
I searched for form and land,
for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazley stare
at all the millions here
We must have died along,
a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
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