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Here I stand looking at the sky |
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It has never been so red before |
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Here I stand looking at the mountains |
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They have never been so tall before |
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Now the road lies ahead |
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Yes I'm heading on |
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But don't miss me when |
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I'm gone I might find what |
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I seek And one day |
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I might be back |
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And then I'll save a prayer |
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That you'll be there |
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O brothers, you must think that |
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I don't care |
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Yet you're the only ones |
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I've never had |
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But you know that |
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I'm a wanderer |
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I was born to walk alone |
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And now when spring is here |
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And in the glow of sun |
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The rivers flow |
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I must be gone |
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F a r e w e l l |
