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Spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said that I was his friend
Which came as a suprise
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
Made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare,
At all the millions here
We 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