For fifty-five days I've been flying around the world
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Didn't anybody know, didn't anyone suppose
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That my life up here was slowly drifting by
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And all I've got to do is sit and cry
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The Earth is so clear and it's simply a reach away
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I just had to laugh today but the news it seemed to say
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That my life once full was surely running dry
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I prayed a while but then I had to cry
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Look in my eyes - I know
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That man is surely just a man
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It's no surprise - I know
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The road is far too long
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And life too short to carry on
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For fifty-five days I've been flying around the world
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Here in syncopated time, while my tangled web of rhyme
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Dangles aimlessly, time drips slowly by
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And all I've got to do is sit and cry
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Look in my eyes - I know
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That man is surely just a man
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It's no surprise - I know
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The road is far too long
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And life too short to carry on
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Negative Earth
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Barclay James Harvest |