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Six o' clockIn the morning, I feel pretty goodSo I dropped into the luxury of the LordsFighting dragons and crossing swordsWith the people against the hordesWho came to conquer.Seven o'clockIn the morning, here it comesI taste the warning and I am so amazedI'm here today, seeing things so clear this wayIn the car and on my wayTo Stonehenge.I'm flying in Winchester cathedralSunlight pouring through the break of day.Stumbled through the door and into the chamber,There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered laceAnd a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on a faceAnd a feeling deep inside of me tells meThis can't be the placeI'm flying in Winchester cathedral.All religion has to have its dayExpressions on the face of the SaviorMade me sayLetras de cancionesI can't stay.Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here!Too many people have lied in the name of ChristFor anyone to heed the call.So many people have died in the name of ChristThat I can't believe it all.And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799And the day he died it was a birthdayAnd I noticed it was mine.And my head didn't know just who I wasAnd I went spinning back in time.And I am high upon the altarHigh upon the altar, high.I'm flying in Winchester cathedral,It's hard enough to drink the wine.The air inside just hangs in delusion,But given time,I'll be fine. From Letras Mania