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The place she called home was high on a hill,
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way up in a big house under the trees
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Day's in the sun she's seen by the river,
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reading a book, feeding her dreams
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Now she's a loner, now she's a stoner, no one can touch her ...
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He was the boy, the pride of his mother,
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stainless and shining, all heaven sent
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But then the country calls for a soldier
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and he went out to a foreign land
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When he returned faces look different,
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at the end of innocence nothing's the same
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My new world was spinning me around
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And that was all that could be
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My new world was spinning me around
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And nothing's lost on memory
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My new world was spinning me around ...
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Hiked up to Woodstock, she got high in Frisco,
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summers of love, that child she was wild
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She had the need for total expression,
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painting and poetry filled up her mind
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Boy, he took pride in serving his country,
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went off to war no more than a child
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My new world was spinning me around
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And this is all that i've found
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My new world was spinning me around
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And time can be my enemy
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My new world was spinning me ...
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Now she's a loner, now she's a stoner, no one can touch her ...
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Out in the fields we met in the summer
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On a poetic island no past to recall
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Breaking like waves we flooded the moment
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Laughing at the perfectness of it all
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My new world waits patiently
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When living is lost in a memory
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My new world is ahead of me
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But sometimes I'm back where I used to be ...
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Then the fall ran away with our time
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Dissapointment struch so hard
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When he found out there was no
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"Lucky stars and stripes"
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They set it all on fire !!!
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While Jim and Janis got us higher
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"She's so freaky, she's so fine"
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Soldier, he can't get her off his mind
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Down the desert to the sea
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Leave the raving 60's all behind ...
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Out of the blue still reaching for something
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Feeling the window of time out of mind
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Catching a glimpse each one to the other
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Always not knowing the spark left behind
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Going and going with fictional borders
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Passing two feet from the door
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My new world keeps spinning me around
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And this is all that can be
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My new world is ahead of me now
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This is all that I've found
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My new world keeps spinning me around
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My new world keeps spinning me
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And time is not my enemy
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My new world is ahead of me today
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And all things pass away ...
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My new world
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| Transatlantic |
