We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when

Although I wasnt 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

Youre 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

Youre face to face

With the man who sold the world

Who knows? not me

We never lost control

Youre face to face

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