Electronica

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Classic Rock

And as we wind on down the road…
Our shadows taller than our soul…
There walks a lady we all know…
Who shines white light and wants to show…
How everything still turns to gold…
And if you listen very hard…
The tune will come to you at last…
When all is one and one is all…

To be a rock.
And not to roll.