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On bended knee is no way to be free |
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Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently |
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All my destinations will accept the one that’s me |
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Circles they grow and they swallow people whole |
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Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they’ll never know |
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A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul |
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Don’t come closer or I’ll have to go |
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Holding me like gravity are places that pull |
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If ever there was someone to keep me at home |
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Everyone I come across, in cages they bought |
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They think of me and my wandering, but I’m never what they thought |
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I’ve got my indignation, but I’m pure in all my thoughts |
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Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere |
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Underneath my being is a road that disappeared |
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Late at night I hear the trees, they’re singing with the dead |
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Leave it to me as I find a way to be |
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Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting |
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I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me |
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