| 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? |
| Who am I?
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| 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 I return
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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 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 |