one two three four five reasons a man for all seasons wouldn t be inclined to want to stay i d love to leave this big bad town the power and the glory daily grind as we all fade away and id rather be alone in a crowd when my soul needs resurrection and i fly the wrong direction you will find me climbing a mountain of gratitude take a ride on the lonely highway reconnect to my heart my way happy as the man is on the moon in my crowded solitude a b c d e goes everywhere we tilt at windmills in the self importance of the day and all around the crushing hordes of just too many people as the precious minutes tick away and i d rather not live humbled or proud when you find that i am missing you will know that i ve gone fishing in an ocean blue as a fountain true latitude through the crashing sounds of silence on my knees i search for guidance looking for a quiet interlude in this crowded solitude when they find that we ve gone missing they will know that we ve gone fishing in an ocean blue as a fountain we re a multitude through the crashing sounds of violence fly a kite here in the silence happy as the man is on the moon in our solitude  when our souls need resurrection and we fly the wrong direction you will find us climbing a mountain of gratitude through the crashing sounds of silence on our knees we search for guidance looking for a quiet interlude in this crowded solitude in this crowded solitude in this crowded solitude in this crowded solitude in this crowded solitude
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