Six o´ clock
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In the morning, I feel pretty good
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So I dropped into the luxury of the Lords
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Fighting dragons and crossing swords
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With the people against the hordes
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Who came to conquer.
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Seven o´clock
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In the morning, here it comes
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I taste the warning and I am so amazed
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I´m here today, seeing things so clear this way
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In the car and on my way
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To Stonehenge.
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I´m flying in Winchester cathedral
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Sunlight pouring through the break of day.
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Stumbled through the door and into the chamber;
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There´s a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace
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And a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on a face
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And a feeling deep inside of me tells me
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This can´t be the place
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I´m flying in Winchester cathedral.
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All religion has to have its day
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Expressions on the face of the Saviour
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Made me say
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I can´t stay.
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Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here!
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Too many people have lied in the name of Christ
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For anyone to heed the call.
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So many people have died in the name of Christ
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That I can´t believe it all.
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And now I´m standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799
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And the day he died it was a birthday
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And I noticed it was mine.
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And my head didn´t know just who I was
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And I went spinning back in time.
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And I am high upon the altar
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High upon the altar, high.
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I´m flying in Winchester cathedral,
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It´s hard enough to drink the wine.
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The air inside just hangs in delusion,
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But given time,
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I´ll be fine
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Cathedral
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Crosby Stills & Nash |