Written by David Bowie
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We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
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Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
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Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
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I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
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Oh no, not me
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I never lost control
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You're face to face
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With The Man Who Sold The World
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I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
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I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
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I gazed a gazely stare, at all the millions here
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We must have died along, a long long time ago
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Who knows? not me
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We never lost control
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You're face to face
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With the Man who Sold the World
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(repeat)
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The Man Who Sold The World
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| John Mellencamp |
