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Phish The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday

Colonel Forbin stared up at the mountain And wiped away the beads of sweat That glistened on his brow His tired feet were buried in the quagmire And his

Wilson's foul domain A lullaby the breezes whisper And I look into her eyes And my frozen heart begins to thaw And burns, 'til layer after layer Melts away into

Passing through the corridor I came upon an aging knight Who leaned against the wall in gnarly armor He was on his way to see the king Wilson, Wilson,

Wilson Wilson Wilson Wilson Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on

Prijevod: Phish. Čovjek koji je zakoračio u Jučer.