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If I had ever been here before I would probably know just what to do
Don't you? If I had ever been here before on another time around the wheel I would probably know just how to deal With all of you. And I feel Like I've been here before Feel Like I've been here before And you know It makes me wonder What's going on under the ground Do you know? Don't you wonder? What's going on down under you. We have all been here before We have all been here before We have all been here before We have all been here before |
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Stills: If you smile at me, I will understand 'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does in the same language. Crosby: I can see by your coat, my friend, you're from the other side, There's just one thing I got to know, Can you tell me please, who won? Stills: Say, can I have some of your purple berries? Crosby: Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now, haven't got sick once. Stills: Probably keep us both alive. Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy, Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be, Silver people on the shoreline, let us be, Talkin' 'bout very free and easy... Horror grips us as we watch you die, A Stare as all human feelings die, We are leaving - you don't need us. Go, take your sister then, by the hand, lead her away from this foreign land, Far away, where we might laugh again, We are leaving - you don't need us. And it's a fair wind, blowin' warm, Out of the south over my shoulder, Guess I'll set a course and go |
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Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground, Mother Earth will swallow you, Lay your body down |
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You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by And so become yourself Because the past is just a good bye. Teach your children well, Their father's hell did slowly go by, And feed them on your dreams The one they picks, the one you'll know by. Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry, So just look at them and sigh and know they love you. And you, of tender years, Can't know the fears that your elders grew by, And so please help them with your youth, They seek the truth before they can die. Teach your parents well, Their children's hell will slowly go by, And feed them on your dreams The one they picks, the one you'll know by. Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry, So just look at them and sigh and know they love you |
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