It was an April morning when they told us we should go
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As I turn to you, you smiled at me
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How could we say no?
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With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
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Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again
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Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
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Below the streets that steam and hiss,
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The devil's in his hole
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Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
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Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.
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Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
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The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground
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Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
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Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd
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To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
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With guidance from the curving path, That churns up into stone
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If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
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So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.
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Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow
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As far away and distant, Our mutual child did grow
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Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain
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Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again
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Wandering & wandering, What place to rest the search
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The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
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The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
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From the earth...
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I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way [X2]
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Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.
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Achilles' Last Stand
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| Led Zeppelin |
