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Where you going to, I don't mind. |
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I've killed my world and I've killed my time. |
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So, where do I go, what do I see, |
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I see many people coming after me. |
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So, where you going to, I don't mind, |
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If I live too long, I'm afraid I'll die. |
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So, I will follow you wherever you go, |
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If your open hands' still open to me. |
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Strangers on this road we are all, |
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We are not two, we are one. |
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So, you've been where I came from, |
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From the land that brings losers on. |
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We will share this road we walk, |
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And miles and miles be where I talk. |
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To peace I find, I'll tell you what I do, |
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All the things I own I will share with you. |
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And if I feel the morning, I can feel the day, |
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We will take what we want and give the rest away. |
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Strangers on the road we are all, |
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We are not two ware are one. |
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Holding hands and hold it at least. |
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This love of mine's got me weak at my knees. |
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So when we get there, make your place, |
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Soon they're going to carry us away |
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And I promised (something) |
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For many man, there are so much grief. |
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And my mind is wild, but it hates your fridge, |
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And if I live to long I'm afraid I'll die. |
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Strangers on this road we are all, |
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We are not two we are one. |
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Strangers o this road we are all, |
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We are not two we are one |
