I was standing on a hill
   Shaking out my long black hair
   I heard the song of an angel
   Rising from the trees
   I made my way to the source
   And it was gone

   Now here I am
   I don't recognize this village
   Where things are made of
   Glass and metal

   A man is walking toward me
   And he's looking pretty strange
   He says, "Girl, I think you've
   Come to the wrong century"

   Now let me get this straight, Man
   Not only am I woman
   But I'm stuck in this spooky world?
   Where everybody moves too fast and
   Where are all the trees?

   I don't think I can live
   In this wrong century

   Get me out of here
   Show me to my homeland
   Get me out of here
   I miss my hill
   I will not live in fear
   Of self-destruct
   I am a peaceful man
   I don't think I can understand
   This

   Is this where it stands now?
   Must I remain
   In this grey and dismal year?
   It's plain to see I'm a foreigner
   It's clear I do not blend
   Still I make a home
   In this wrong century

   Get me out of here
   Show me to my homeland
   Get me out of here
   I miss my hill
   I will not live in fear
   Of self-destruct
   I am a peaceful man
   Gentle man

   Get me out of here
   Show me to my homeland
   Get me out of here
   I miss my hill
   I will not live in fear
   Of self-destruct
   I am a peaceful man
   Gentle man

   I don't think I can understand
   This


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