Heaven sent the promised land
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Looks alright 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 me 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 lead into gold
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Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul
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And I think I'm growing old
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Flash the readies Wot's... uh, the deal
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Got to make it 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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Just turn to speak but you're alone
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Million miles from home you're on your own
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So let me in from the cold
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Turn my lead 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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and her by my side
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And if she prefers we never stir again
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Someone sent 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
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"Come on in
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What's the news? 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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Wot's...uh deal
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| Pink Floyd |
