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Behold A golden sky Music turned up high As the world Passes me by Just like A freight train That tries to maintain Carry its weight In vain Take a trek Across the horizon The thief be despisin' The one that he Confides in It makes No sense at all Standing at this wall As darkness starts To fall Behold A golden sky Music turned up high As the world Passes you by It's passing me by It might be a sign It's passing you by Innocence devine Behold A golden sky Music turned up high As the world Passes us by