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1904All of our friends survivedWhen a plane crashed their minds And in 1904, I found Some real, real strength of my ground You looked at me with your old, old eyes That you used to Look at your god in your old, old ways If you lost your way, walk on, walk on, walk on All of our thoughts collide When our hearts smashed inside And in that place I saw the cold dark diamond In the cold dark floor You looked at me with your old, old eyes That you used to Look at your god in your old, old ways Lost your way, walk on, walk on, walk on |