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The place she called home was high on a hill, |
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way up in a big house under the trees |
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Day's in the sun she's seen by the river, |
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reading a book, feeding her dreams |
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Now she's a loner, now she's a stoner, no one can touch her ... |
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He was the boy, the pride of his mother, |
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stainless and shining, all heaven sent |
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But then the country calls for a soldier |
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and he went out to a foreign land |
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When he returned faces look different, |
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at the end of innocence nothing's the same |
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My new world was spinning me around |
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And that was all that could be |
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My new world was spinning me around |
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And nothing's lost on memory |
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My new world was spinning me around ... |
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Hiked up to Woodstock, she got high in Frisco, |
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summers of love, that child she was wild |
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She had the need for total expression, |
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painting and poetry filled up her mind |
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Boy, he took pride in serving his country, |
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went off to war no more than a child |
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My new world was spinning me around |
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And this is all that i've found |
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My new world was spinning me around |
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And time can be my enemy |
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My new world was spinning me ... |
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Now she's a loner, now she's a stoner, no one can touch her ... |
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Out in the fields we met in the summer |
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On a poetic island no past to recall |
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Breaking like waves we flooded the moment |
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Laughing at the perfectness of it all |
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My new world waits patiently |
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When living is lost in a memory |
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My new world is ahead of me |
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But sometimes I'm back where I used to be ... |
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Then the fall ran away with our time |
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Dissapointment struch so hard |
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When he found out there was no |
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"Lucky stars and stripes" |
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They set it all on fire !!! |
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While Jim and Janis got us higher |
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"She's so freaky, she's so fine" |
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Soldier, he can't get her off his mind |
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Down the desert to the sea |
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Leave the raving 60's all behind ... |
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Out of the blue still reaching for something |
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Feeling the window of time out of mind |
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Catching a glimpse each one to the other |
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Always not knowing the spark left behind |
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Going and going with fictional borders |
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Passing two feet from the door |
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My new world keeps spinning me around |
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And this is all that can be |
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My new world is ahead of me now |
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This is all that I've found |
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My new world keeps spinning me around |
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My new world keeps spinning me |
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And time is not my enemy |
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My new world is ahead of me today |
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And all things pass away ... |
