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Come on my friends let's make for the hillsThey say there's gold but I'm looking for thrillsYou can get your hands on whatever we find'Cause I'm only coming along for the ride Well you go your way I'll go mineI don't care if we get there on timeEverybody's searching for something they sayI'll get my kicks on the way Over the mountains across the seaWho knows what may be waiting for meI can sail forever to strange sounding namesFaces of people and places don't change All I have to do is just close my eyesTo see the sea gulls wheeling in those far distant skiesAll I wanna tell you all I wanna sayIs count me in on the journeyDon't expect me to stay

Bridges burning brightlyMerging with the shadowFlickering between the linesStolen momentsFloating softly on the airBorne on wings of fireAnd climbing higher Ancient bonds are breakingMoving all and changing sides1Dreaming of a new dayCast aside the other wayMagic vision stirringKindled by the burning flamesRise in her eyes2 The door that stands ajarThe walls that once were highBeyond the gilded cageBeyond the reach of ties3The moment is at handShe breaks the golden band

Heaven sent the promised landLooks alright from where I stand'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking inWaiting on the first stepShow me where the key is keptPoint me down the right line because it's time To let me in from the coldTurn my lead into gold'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soulAnd I think I'm growing old Flash… the readies… wot's… uh the dealGot to make it to the next mealTry to keep up with the turning of the wheelMile after mile stone after stoneYou turn to speak but you're aloneMillion miles from home you're on your own So let me in from the coldTurn my lead into gold'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soulAnd I think I'm growing old Fire bright by candle lightWith her by my sideAnd if she prefers we need never stir againSomeone sent the promised landAnd I grabbed it with both handsNow I'm the man on the inside looking out Hear me shout come on inWhat's the news Where you've been'Cause there's no wind left in my soulAnd I've grown old

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You shout in your sleepPerhaps the price is just too steepIs your conscious at restIf once put to the testYou awake with a startTo just the beating of your heartJust one man beneath the skyJust two ears just two eyes You set sail across the seaOf long past thoughts and memoriesChildhood's end your fantasiesMerge with harsh realitiesAnd then as the sail is hoistYou find your eyes are growing moistAnd all the fears never voicedSay you have to make the final choice Who are you and who am ITo say we know the reason whySome are born some men dieBeneath one infinite skyThere'll be war there'll be peaceBut everything one day will ceaseAll the iron turn to rustAll the proud men turn to dustSo all things time will mendAnd so this song will end

One two free four The memories of a man in his old ageAre the deeds of a man in his primeYou shuffle in the gloom of the sick roomAnd talk to yourself as you die Life is a short warm momentAnd death is a long cold restYou get your chance to tryIn the twinkling of an eyeEighty years with luck or even less So all aboard for the American tourAnd maybe you'll make it to the topBut mind how you goAnd I can tell you 'cos I knowYou may find it hard to get off But you are the angel of deathAnd I am the dead man's sonHe was buried like a mole in a fox-holeAnd everyone's still in the runAnd who is the master of foxhoundsAnd who says the hunt has begunAnd who calls the tune in the courtroomAnd who beats the funeral drum The memories of a man in his old ageAre the deeds of a man in his primeYou shuffle in the gloom of the sick roomAnd talk to yourself as you die

StayAnd help me to end the dayAnd if you don't mindWe'll break a bottle of wineStick aroundAnd maybe we'll put one down'Cause I wanna findWhat lies behind those eyesMidnight blue burning goldA yellow moon is growing cold I riseLooking through my morning eyesSurprisedTo find you by my sideRack my brainAnd try to remember your nameTo findThe words to tell you goodbyeMorning dues new born dayMidnight blue turned to grey Midnight blue burning goldA yellow moon is growing cold

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