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Last thing I remember

I was standing on a hill

Shaking out my long black hair

I heard the song of an angel

Rising from the trees

I made my way to the source

And it was gone


Now here I am

I don't recognize this village

Where things are made of

Glass and metal


A man is walking toward me

And he's looking pretty strange

He says, "Girl, I think you've

Come to the wrong century"


Now let me get this straight, Man

Not only am I woman

But I'm stuck in this spooky world?

Where everybody moves too fast and

Where are all the trees?


I don't think I can live

In this wrong century


Get me out of here

Show me to my homeland

Get me out of here

I miss my hill

I will not live in fear

Of self-destruct

I am a peaceful man

I don't think I can understand

This


Is this where it stands now?

Must I remain

In this grey and dismal year?

It's plain to see I'm a foreigner

It's clear I do not blend

Still I make a home

In this wrong century


Get me out of here

Show me to my homeland

Get me out of here

I miss my hill

I will not live in fear

Of self-destruct

I am a peaceful man

Gentle man


Get me out of here

Show me to my homeland

Get me out of here

I miss my hill

I will not live in fear

Of self-destruct

I am a peaceful man

Gentle man


I don't think I can understand

This



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