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A wider road or a wilder guess
Tempted by every witches' sabbath
Lookin' for a taste of saintliness
We can take it
We can make it
Hold on
Just hold on
How long before I'm gone?
Cold on a red-hot southwind morning
I shared my shade with a man in drag
After we saw some things together
He gave me some wine in a paper bag
We can make it
We can take it
Hold on
Just hold on
How long before I'm gone?
Last time someone in the garden upset me
Last time how easily he came to forget me
And I've reached a sensitive stage
And I feel the coming of age
Next time I could be expected to see things
Next time I may have to show I can be things
And I just can't know in advance
What's the feel of the dance
Next time
Next time
Yes, didn't we do it this time
Didn't we sit on the edge again
They got to know there's a fire burnin'
Cookin' the red sky
Yes, we're gettin' our pipes together
Gettin' the mood and the acid pen
Give us a chance, we'll take our chances
Blow 'em all sky high
Got my eye on some lizard slippers
Supposed to take my feet away
Supposed to take my time out shoppin'
But I can't write no checks today
We can make it
We can take it
Hold on
Just hold on
How long before I'm gone?
Copyright 1970 Aram Schefrin and Michael Zager
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