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Solsbury Hill" |
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Climbing up on Solsbury Hill |
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I could see the city light |
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Wind was blowing, time stood still |
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Eagle flew out of the night |
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He was something to observe |
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Came in close, I heard a voice |
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Standing stretching every nerve |
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Had to listen had no choice |
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I did not believe the information |
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(I) just had to trust imagination |
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My heart going boom boom boom |
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"Son," he said "Grab your things, |
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I've come to take you home." |
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To keep in silence I resigned |
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My friends would think I was a nut |
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Turning water into wine |
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Open doors would soon be shut |
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So I went from day to day |
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Tho' my life was in a rut |
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"Till I thought of what I'd say |
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Which connection I should cut |
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I was feeling part of the scenery |
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I walked right out of the machinery |
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My heart going boom boom boom |
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"Hey" he said "Grab your things |
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I've come to take you home." |
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(Back home.) |
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When illusion spin her net |
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I'm never where I want to be |
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And liberty she pirouette |
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When I think that I am free |
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Watched by empty silhouettes |
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Who close their eyes but still can see |
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No one taught them etiquette |
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I will show another me |
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Today I don't need a replacement |
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I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant |
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My heart going boom boom boom |
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"Hey" I said "You can keep my things, |
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they've come to take me home. |