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We passed upon the G#stairs, Spoken walls and C#miwells, Although I was a G#friend Sat on walls astErand, Which came as so surHprised, I spoke into his G#eyes I thought you died C#mialone A long long time Hago
Oh no, not me,
We Cnever lost contHrol, The face, to face, With the Cman who sold the world.
I laughed and shook his hand, Made my way back home, I searched from farther land, Years and years I roamed, I gazed all gazers there, We walked a million hills I must have died alone, A long long time ago. Who knows, not me, I never lost control, Your face, to face, With the man who sold the world. Who knows, not me, I never lost control, Your face, to face, With the man who sold the world.