by David Crosby
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On what do you base your life, my friend?
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Can you see around the bend?
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Can you see?
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On what star do you take your sight
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On a cold and blowy night
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Alone, alone?
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Old man can you make a mirror for me?
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It's got to be clearer than air for me
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'Cause you see I can't see me, no
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And I always thought that I meant what I said
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But you know that lately I've read
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We were lying
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All of us lying
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Just making it up, yeah
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Cuttin' it out of whole cloth, yeah.
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Whole Cloth
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| David Crosby |
