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Maybe I should announce it, should IMemory of a free festivalThe Children of the summer's endGathered in the dampened grassWe played Our songs and felt the London skyResting on our handsIt was God's landIt was ragged and naiveIt was HeavenTouch, We touched the very soulOf holding each and every lifeWe claimed the very source of joy ran throughIt didn't, but it seemed that wayI kissed a lot of people that dayOh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoonTo paint that love upon a white balloonAnd fly it from the toppest top of all the topsThat man has pushed beyond his brainSatoria must be something just the sameWe scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and sizeWe talked with tall Venusians passing throughAnd Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his headAnd away they soaredClimbing through the ivory vibrant cloudSomeone passed some bliss among the crowdAnd We walked back to the road, unchainedThe Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party, ha ha ha(repeat 25 times)The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party, yeah yeahThe Sun Machine is coming down, woh ho hoSun Machine is coming down, oh oh oh ah
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