Heaven said the promised land
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Looks allright from where I stand
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Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
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Waiting on the first step
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Show where the key is kept
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Point me down the right line because it's time
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To let me in from the cold
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Turn my land into gold
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Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
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And I think I'm growing old
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Flash the red is wots...uh the deal
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Got to make to the next meal
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Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
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Mile after mile
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Stone after stone
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Turn to speak but you're alone
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Million mile from home you're on your own
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So let me in from the cold
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Turn my land into gold
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Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
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And I think I'm growing old
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Fly bright by candlelight
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Up out of my sight
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And if she prefers we will never stir again
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Someone said the promised land
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And I grabbed it with both hands
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Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
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Hear me shout 'come on in, what's the news and where you been?'
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Cause there's no wind left in my soul
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And I've grown old
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Wots...Uh The Deal
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| Pink Floyd |
