Branyard Story - Procol Harum

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Intro ://:

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Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin

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You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin

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I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall

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I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall

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Once I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened wide

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I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred bride

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Now and then my life seems truer,

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now and then my thoughts seem pure

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All in all, my thoughts are fewer -

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maybe death will be my cure