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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MavrickWeirdo" data-source="post: 1606007" data-attributes="member: 107">Climbing up on Solsbury HillI could see the city lightWind was blowing, time stood stillEagle flew out of the nightHe was something to observeCame in close, I heard a voiceStanding stretching every nerveI had to listen had no choiceI did not believe the informationJust had to trust imaginationMy heart was going boom boom, boom"Son," he said, "Grab your things, I`ve come to take you home."To keeping silence I resignedMy friends would think I was a nutTurning water into wineOpen doors would soon be shutSo I went from day to dayTho` my life was in a rut`Till I thought of what I`d sayWhich connection I should cutI was feeling part of the sceneryI walked right out of the machineryMy heart was going boom boom boom"Hey," he said, "grab your things, I`ve come to take you home."Yeah back homeWhen illusion spin her netI`m never where I want to beAnd liberty she pirouetteWhen I think that I am freeWatched by empty silhouettesWho close their eyes, but still can seeNo one taught them etiquetteI will show another meToday I don`t need a replacementI`ll tell them what the smile on my face meantMy heart was going boom boom boom"Hey," I said, "You can keep my things, they`ve come to take me home." Solsbury Hill by Peter Gabriel Another who borrows words, when I don't know what to say.Merry meet,Merry part,and Merry meet again.</blockquote>