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Crosby Stills Nash And Young

Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life, the song of a woman and a man who lived in strife. He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling

sky, Your skin and your eyes, Colours of bronze, the moon in your ear Twinkled and shone. Soon you'll be gone. Sailing out on the blue, Your old man and

died in 1799. And the day he died, it was a birthday, And I noticed it was mine. And my head didn't know just who I was, And I went spinning back in

young to leave. a??No pass outa?? sign on the door set me thinking. Are waitresses paying the price of their winking? While stars sit at bars and decide

bones in blue. All the brave soldiers that cannot get older, 'Been asking after you. Hear the past a'calling, From Armageddon's side. When everyone's talking and

And the river seems dreamlike In the daytime And someone keeps thinking In my sleep Of fast running rivers Of choice and chance And It seems as if time

to be like someone I knew Yes, he lived here but he left When he thought that there was more Than cold rain and nowhere to go Many people share Sad dreams and

Eight miles high and when you touch down, you'll find that it's stranger than known. Signs in the street that say where you're going are somewhere just

watch She's pleasant and she's friendly while she's looking at your crotch And try your hand at conversation gossip is a lie And sure enough she'll take you home and