(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
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Looking at the world around,
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For the very first time.
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Never seen it all before,
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Hope it's not all mine.
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On Monday morning all alone,
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I woke within my house of stone.
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I ventured forth unto the day,
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These things I saw upon my way.
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Trees and flowers were wrapped around,
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With people's castoffs on the ground.
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Roads and noise of glass and steel,
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And people snared within the wheel.
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Tuesday looked into the sky,
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Where birds in peace were left to fly.
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Thunder rolled and lightning flashed,
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I watched the world as people dashed.
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Friday's sadness began to creep,
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Upon me like the deepest sleep.
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It seemed that only I could see,
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Just what my world would finally be.
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On Sunday back inside my room,
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I draw the blinds, 'tis afternoon.
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I let my mind find its own ways,
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Farewell to future days.
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Farewell
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| The Yardbirds |
