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Vagabond or a bag of bones |
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They lay out loose atop the soil |
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They lay out and here comes the sun |
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And the winds to blow me away |
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Who, who are you? |
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Who am I?Or who are we if not the seed? |
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Fire by the riverside |
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Learn to swim or no one gets out of here alive |
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Vagabond, a bag of bones |
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A dandelion blown to a thousand homes |
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With no place to go |
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But who is to say and who's who to know? |
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Vagabond a bag of bones |
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A dandelion blown to a thousand homes |
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With no place to grow |
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But who is to say and who's who to know? |
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Wind in the trees |
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The rain comes thundering down |
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It takes some water to make a cloud |
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It takes some seeds to sow the ground' |
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Cause even a seed |
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Needs to spend its time in the dirt to grow |
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But it takes motion to make a sound |
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It takes some getting lost to be found |
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Fire by the riverside |
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Learn to swim or no one gets out of here alive |
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Vagabond, a bag of bones |
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A dandelion blown to a thousand homes |
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With no place to go |
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But who is to say and who's who to know? |
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Vagabond a bag of bones |
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A dandelion blown to a thousand homes |
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With no place to grow |
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But who is to say and who's who to know? |
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A shallow grave, return to dreams |
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It's over my head, it's all make believe |
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In my mind, in my mind |
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When my thoughts have gone to seed |
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I will return them to my dreams till |
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I returnI return to dreams in my mind |
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I return to dreams in my mind |
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I return to dreams in my mind |
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I can hear the thunderclouds moving on |
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You weren't invited but you're welcome to come along |
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I can hear the sounds of the thunderclouds moving on |
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You weren't invited but you're welcome to come along |
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You weren't invited but you're welcome to come along |
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You weren't invited but you're welcome to come along |
