| I recall wanting to fit in with my friends
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| Through it all I realized I was not like them but that’s all right
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| Just because I don’t think like you don’t make me wrong
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| I never was the kind to fall in line and tag along
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| I may be walking down a lonesome highway
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| One thing’s for certain I’m going to do it my way
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| Every man must travel down his own road
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| Every heart beats to a different drum
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| If by chance you should meet a lonely stranger
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| Offer up your hand and reach out to every man
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| You and I won’t always have the same point of view
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| There’ll be times I don’t see things quite like you do
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| Until you’ve walked a mile or two in my shoes
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| How can you tell me I’ve not paid my dues
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| Every man must travel down his own road
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| Every heart beats to a different drum
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| If by chance you should meet a lonely stranger
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| Offer up your hand and reach out to every man
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| Life’s too short sisters and brothers
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| To waste our time pointing fingers at each other
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| Every man must travel down his own road
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| Every heart beats to a different drum
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| If by chance you should meet a lonely stranger
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| Offer up your hand and reach out to every man
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| Every man must travel down his own road
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| Every heart beats to a different drum
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| If by chance you should meet a lonely stranger
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| Offer up your hand and reach out to every man |