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The man who sold the world
We passed upon the stair,
we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there,
he said I was his friend.
Which came as some surprise,
I spoke into his eye:
I though 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 gazley stare at all the millions here
We must have died alone, a long long time ago
Who knows, not me...
We never lost control.
You're face to face,
With the man who sold the world.
Who knows, not me,
We never lost control.
You're face to face,
With the man who sold the world.
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