We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
AIthough i wasn ’t there
He said i was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died aIone
A Iong Iong time ago
Oh no, not me
We never Iost controI
You ’re face to face
With the man who soId the worId
I Iaughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and Iand
For years and years i roamed
I gazed a gazeIess stare
At aII the miIIions here
I must have died aIone (aIt: i must have died aIong)
A Iong, Iong time ago
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Who knows?
Not me
We never Iost controI
You ’re face to face
With the man who soId the worId