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In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers were small and yellow And the rumor spread that I was aging fast Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree And I looked and frowned and looked again at me Well, I said, "Hello and I said, "Hello" And I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know" So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be Well, he laughed insane and quipped "Kahlil Gibran" So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through For I realized that God's a young man too, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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| 2. |
| 5:41 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:36 |
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| 4. |
| 3:56 |
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| 5. |
| 3:15 |
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| 6. |
| 4:29 |
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| 7. |
| 4:17 |
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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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 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, and made my way back home I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here We must have died along, 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 |
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| 9. |
| 3:40 |
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When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung The supermen would walk in file Guardians of a loveless isle And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives Could heave nor sigh In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life Strange games they would play then No death for the perfect men Life rolls into one for them So softly a supergod cries Where all were minds in uni-thought Power weird by mystics taught No pain, no joy, no power too great Colossal strength to grasp a fate Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold A man would tear his brother's flesh, a chance to die To turn to mold. Far out in the red-sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange, mad celebration So softly a supergod cries Far out in the red-sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange, mad celebration So softly a supergod dies |
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