Seems that I had just to stay
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the birds have flown, the sky's turned gray
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The bees have ruffled by the flowers
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Plastic plants that never die and I
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Hope they never find me here
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I walked upon synthetic grass where little people said
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"Don't ask about the field where you once played
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Atomic Factories have replaced" and I
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hope they never find me here
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The horse I ride has lost a shoe, the buttercups are dry
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the car I drive has broken down and the blacksmith trade is dying
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Meals I eat have changed into a concentrated vacuum
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THe air has come to be as one
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Time to leave has just begun
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THe world is waiting its a fact
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to stage the last and final act and
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Hope I never find me there
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There
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There....
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Hope I Never Find Me There
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| Steve Winwood |
