I've lived on the Top of the Hill
And travelled as a Ramblin' man
A Midnight Rider,
But from the Backseat of my Car
Here Comes the Sun.
I Imagined an Octopuses Garden
But only found that I'm Really Down
Wishing for the End of the Night
I asked my L.A. Woman
To Light My Fire
As she walked out the door
Of our Orange County Suite
Looking back while Leaving Here
I knew I Won't Get Fooled Again
For I Can See For Miles, as I lead
My Generation on an Amazing Journey
Ride the Storm...
The End
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