It was a curious sight to me
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A castle older than a redwood tree
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Once lived in by royalty
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Who taxed and raped the land
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Mostly now it was stone and dust
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Long damp halls and smells of must
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Faded walls and ancient rust
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Built on shifting sand
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And I wanted I wanted I wanted
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To smash that sucker down
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It was a marvelous sight to see
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A redhead workin' in a brasserie
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Five foot nine built to a tee
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Eyes so blue and bright
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All the drunks were just circling round
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I drank water and held my ground
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Later on we did the town
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And we caught every sight
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Cause I wanted I wanted I wanted
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To follow her down
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Sightseein' freein' my soul
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Sightseein' leavin' my soul
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It was a magical sight to me
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And Yves Tanguy in a gallery
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The 30's looking back at me
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As if he really knew
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I marveled at the artistry
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Predating or technology
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The vision there for all to see
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Bold and strong and true
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And I wanted I wanted I wanted
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To take that painting home
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I wanted I wanted
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I wanted to take that vision home
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Sightseeing
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| Bob Seger |
