I laughed and shook his hand,
I made my way back home,
I searched for form and land,
Years and years I roamed,
I gazed a gazely stare,
We walked a million hills -- I must have died
alone,
A long long time ago.
Who knows, not me,
I never lost control,
You're face, to face,
With the man who sold the world...
В колонках играет - the man who sold the wrold
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