| I go, down the beaten track
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| Along the river with an empty bag
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| At the end she said to me: Why are you here, with the autumn leaves?
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| Cause this is my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand
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| Now this is my life, my friend, and I can’t be no one else
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| I’m done, tipping on my toes
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| Strike an iron and attack my soul
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| Misty moon, you’re gonna see
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| I’ve got you blues to get on my feet
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| Cause this is my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand
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| Now this is my life, my friend, and I can’t be no one else
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| I don’t wanna run; |
| I don’t wanna fight
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| I don’t wanna hide; |
| I just wanna stay free, to be me
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| I don’t wanna win; |
| I don’t wanna lose
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| I don’t wanna play; |
| I just wanna remember, oh my name
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| Cause this is my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand
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| Oh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| (Cause this is my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand)
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| Now this is my life, my friend, and I can’t be no one else
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| Cause this is my life, my friend, and I can’t be no one else
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| Now this is my life, my friend |