On bended knee is no way to be freelifting up an empty cup I ask silentlythat all my destinations will accept the one that's meso I can breathe
Circles they grow and they swallow people wholehalf their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never knowgot a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soulso it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to goHolding me like gravity are places that pullIf ever there was someone to keep me at homeIt would be you...
Everyone I come across in cages they boughtthey think of me and my wanderingbut I'm never what they thoughtgot my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughtsI'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhereunderneath my being is a road that disappearedlate at night I hear the treesthey're singing with the deadoverhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to beconsider me a satellite for ever orbitingI knew all the rules but the rules did not know meguaranteed...
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