| Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
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| I could see the city lights
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| Wind was blowing, time stood still
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| Eagle flew out of the night
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| He was something to observe
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| Came in close, I heard a voice
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| Standing stretching every nerve
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| Had to listen had no choice
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| I did not believe the information
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| I just had to trust imagination
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| My heart going boom boom boom
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| "Son," he said "Grab your things,
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| I've come to take you home."
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| To keepin' silence I resigned
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| My friends would think I was a nut
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| Turning water into wine
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| Open doors would soon be shut
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| So I went from day to day
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| Tho' my life was in a rut
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| "Till I thought of what I'd say
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| Which connection I should cut
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| I was feeling part of the scenery
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| I walked right out of the machinery
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| My heart going boom boom boom
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| "Hey" he said "Grab your things
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| I've come to take you home."
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| When illusion spin her net
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| I'm never where I want to be
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| And liberty she pirouette
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| When I think that I am free
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| Watched by empty silhouettes
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| Who close their eyes but still can see
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| No one taught them etiquette
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| I will show another me
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| Today I don't need a replacement
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| I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
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| My heart going boom boom boom
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| "Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
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| They've come to take me home." |