I'm going out to big plains to see the spirits rise out tonight to watch them do their thing if you're coming out with big plans to find some paradise well, there's nothing here to do but limboing and some went black they couldn't face the black and they're going back today with their personal things I couldn't go back I didn't have the knack so i'll be staying on with my personal things yeah, i'll be staying on with my personal things well they call this a life I live on the ninety-sixth floor and they call it a life he lives that's the guy next door life on the mighty brick tiers I tried on the ninety-sixth floor mighty brick tiers ninety-sixth floor something had to give why is it so hard to live ? it's just so hard to make things out why is it so hard to live ? it's just so hard to make things out why is it so hard to live ? well I have a suggestion as you bark your querying well there ain't no congestion on a dark Hyperion in the night night night night night in the night night night night night no congestion dark Hyperion why why why why well i'll tell you my philosophy things must've been grand way back in the old country in a younger land now I can hardly wait yeah I can hardly wait to see them rise now I can hardly wait yeah for it to materialize now I can hardly wait yeah I can hardly wait yeah I can hardly wait to see then rise they're so hard to make out they're so hard to make out
Writer(s): Charles Thompson
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