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I came upon a child of God |
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He was walking along the road |
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When I asked him where are you going |
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This he told me, I'm going down to Yasgurs farm |
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Think I'll join a rock and roll band |
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I'll camp out on the land |
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I'll try and set my soul free |
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We are stardust, we are golden |
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And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden |
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Then can I walk beside you |
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I have come here to lose the smog |
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And I feel just like a cog in something turning |
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Well, maybe it's the time of year |
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Or maybe it's the time of man |
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And I don't know who I am but life's for learning |
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We are stardust, we are golden |
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And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden |
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By the time I got to Woodstock |
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They were half a million strong |
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Everywhere there were songs and celebration |
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And I dreamed I saw the bombers |
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Riding shotgun in the sky |
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Turning into butterflies, above our nation |
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We are stardust, we are golden |
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And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden |
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We are stardust, we are golden |
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And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden |
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We are stardust, we are golden |
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And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden |
