Someone's hanging out,
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We can't forget about.
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Things that people do
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when they're free.
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Like visitors from space,
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It's hard to find a place,
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To blend in and go unrecognized.
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I'm waiting for a sign,
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I'm standing on the road,
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My mind outstretched to you.
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I'm picking something up,
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I'm letting something go,
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Like a dog I'm fetching
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this for you.
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Pictures in mind:
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Rows of poppy fields,
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Harmony entwined,
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Changing gears that grind.
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Pictures in my mind.
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Pictures in my brain:
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Electrical energy,
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Fighting drugs with pain,
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There's a war inside.
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Pictures in my brain.
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I'm looking for a job,
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I don't know what I'm doing,
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My software's
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not compatible with you.
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But this I can't deny,
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I know that you can fly,
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'Cause I'm here
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on the ground without you.
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Angel without wings,
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Owner without things,
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Sharpshooter
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without rings around you.
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The road we used to ride,
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Together side by side
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Has flowers pushing
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through the dotted line.
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Without Rings
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| Neil Young |
