Cathedral

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 V1:	Six o'clock in the morning, I feel pretty good
So I dropped into the luxury of the Lords,
Fighting dragons and crossing swords,
With the people against the hordes who came to conquer

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 V1:	Seven o'clock in the morning, here it come,
A taste of warning, and I'm so amazed
I'm here today, seeing things so clear this way
In the car and on my way to Stonehenge

 V2:	I'm flying in Winchester cathedral
Sunlight pouring through the break of day
Stumble through the door and into the chamber
There's a lady setting flowers on table covered lace
And a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on a face
And a feeling deep inside of me tells me
This can't be the place

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 V2:	I'm flying in Winchester cathedral
All religion has to have it's day
Expressions on the face of the Saviour
Made me say, I can't stay

 V3:	Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here!
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ,
For anyone to heed the call
So many people have died in the name of Christ,
That I can't believe it all
And now I'm standing on a grave of a soldier that died in 1799
And the day he died it was a birthday, and I noticed it was mine
And my head didn't know just who I was
And I went spinning back in time
And I am high upon the altar, high upon the altar, high

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 V2:	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

 V3:	Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here!
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ,
For anyone to heed the call
So many people have died in the name of Christ,
That I can't believe it all
And now I'm standing on a grave of a soldier that died in 1799
And the day he died it was a birthday, and I noticed it was mine
And my head didn't know just who I was
And I went spinning back in time
And I am high upon the altar, high upon the altar, high

© 1977 Thin Ice Music/Atlantic Records:: on their "CSN"