He Was Something to Observe
I could see the city light –
Wind was blowing, time stood still –
Eagle flew out of the night –
He was something to observe –
Came in close, I heard a voice
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Solsbury Hill
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I Did Not Believe the Information
I Think That I Am Free
When illusion spin her net
I’m never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
I’ve Come to Take You Home
My heart going boom, boom, boom –
Son, he said, grab your things
I’ve come to take you home
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