| 'Till I find out, where will I go, where will I go
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know where
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| The space is between my eyes
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| Open up the heavenly sky
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| Death awaits with pearly gates
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| Those who’ve been mesmerized
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| Many years has come and gone
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| Went to see a standing stone
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| Some in circles, some alone
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| Ancient, worn and weather torn
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| They chill me to my very bone
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| Many of these can be seen
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| In quiet places, fields of green
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| Of hedgerow lanes with countless names
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| But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones
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| Space age before my eyes
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| Opening up the skies
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| Marches slowly on to the pearly gate
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| For those who’ve been mesmerized
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| Many years has come and gone
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| But progress marches slowly on
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| In nature’s paint, she hides the stain
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| Cause everybody is going insane
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| The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones
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| Went to see an ancient mound
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| People buried underground
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| Long ago, will never know
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| What it was like to hear their sounds
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| Black crow, I know you’ve been here
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| You’ve see the sights of yesteryear
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| You steal the grain of the conquered plain
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| But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones
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