Nhạc sĩ: Pete Townshend
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We found this pile of paper
Written by the Aether Man
He hatched a mad old caper
He had a mad old plan
He'd turn us into music
He'd show us to our portals
He'd gather wine
He'd fire in angels
To entertain immortals
Out on the endless, endless
Out on the endless wild
Out on the endless, endless
Out on the endless, endless
Endless, endless, endless
Wild
We found open fire
A door without a key
Across the endless wild
Across the electronic sea
He'd turn us into music
He'd show us to our portals
He'd turn us to our portals
He'd gather wine
He'd fire in angels
To entertain immortals
Out on the endless, endless
Out on the endless wild
Out on the endless, endless
Out on the endless, endless
On the endless, endless, endless, endless wild
On the endless, endless, endless wild
On the endless, endless, endless, endless wild
Come on, the end of the line