my body is walking in space, my soul is in orbit with god face to face, floating, flipping, flying, tripping . . walking in space we find the purpose of peace, the beauty of life you can no longer hide. our eyes are open, our eyes are open, our eyes are open, our eyes are open. wide. wide. wide.from hair, book and lyrics by james rado and gerome ragni, music by galt macdermot
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