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Hawkwind Hall Of The Mountain Grill

We're children playing in the sun A sense of freedom on the run We never knew what time it was We just knew how sublime it was Our course determined

The story that I'm telling you Something that you can do Ask yourself and try to find the answer See the signs they're always there But you know you

Sick of politicians Harassment and laws All we do is get screwed up By other people's flaws World turned upside down now Nothing else to do Live in concrete