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| | The last slow song, played right before [[American Pie]]. | | The last slow song, played right before [[American Pie]]. |
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| − | ''There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
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| − | And she's buying a stairway to heaven
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| − | And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
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| − | With a word she can get what she came for
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| − | And she's buying a stairway to heaven
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| − | There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
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| − | And you know sometimes words have two meanings
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| − | In the tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
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| − | Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
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| − | And she's buying a stairway to heaven
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| − | There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
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| − | And my spirit is crying for leaving
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| − | In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
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| − | And the voices of those who stand looking
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| − | And she's buying a stairway to heaven
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| − | And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
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| − | Then the piper will lead us to reason
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| − | And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
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| − | And the forest will echo with laughter
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| − | And it makes me wonder
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| − | If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
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| − | Don't be alarmed now
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| − | It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
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| − | Yes there are two paths you can go by
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| − | but in the long run
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| − | There's still time to change the road you're on
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| − | Your head is humming and it won't go because you don't know
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| − | The piper's calling you to join him
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| − | Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know
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| − | Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
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| − | And as we wind on down the road
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| − | Our shadows taller than our souls
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| − | There walks a lady we all know
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| − | Who shines white light and wants to show
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| − | How everything still turns to gold
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| − | And if you listen very hard
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| − | The tune will come to you at last
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| − | When all are one and one is all
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| − | To be a rock and not to roll
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| − | Woe oh oh oh oh oh
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| − | And she's buying a stairway to heaven
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| − | There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
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| − | And she's buying a stairway to heaven
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| − | And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
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| − | With a word she can get what she came for
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| − | And she's buying a stairway to heaven...''
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