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Crosby Stills Nash 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

You came from out of the sky, Your skin and your eyes, Colours of bronze, the moon in your ear Twinkled and shone. Soon you'll be gone. Sailing out

6 o'clock in the morning, I feel pretty good, So I dropped in to the luxury of the Lord; Fighting dragons and crossing swords With the people against

bloom. Now watch the Summer pass so close to you. Too late to keep the change, too late to pay, no time to stay the same, too young to leave. a??No

Daylight again, Following me to bed. I think about a hundred years ago, How my fathers bled. I think I see a valley, Covered with bones in blue. All

Waking Stream of consciousness On a sleeping Street of dreams Thoughts Like scattered leaves Slowed in midfall Into the streams Of fast running rivers

Cold rain down on my face Buses hurry on Work's out here comes the race People heading home Wait a second, don't I know you? Haven't I seen you somewhere

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

Take a look around you tell me if you see A girl who thinks she's ordinary lookin' she has got the key If you can get close enough to look into her eyes