| My old man
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| He never questioned any roads
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| Of the many roads I ride
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| The many roads I find
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| I was a man who
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| Never questioned any rule
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| Of the many rules of life
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| The many roads I find
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| If I were older
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| If I looked back over many miles
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| And the many seas the tides
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| The many fields and horizons
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| I would find me
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| I would find me as I was
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| Without the many roads behind
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| The many roads that I will find and more
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| So give me mazes
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| Give me feelings I never thought
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| To be the many thoughts that I
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| Have many times a night
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| Give me grown love
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| Give me sensitivity
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| To the many laws that I
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| Have any cause to find out where I’m going
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| Start again
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| Gonna be myself again
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| Gonna sail the air
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| With anyone who cares
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| For the many roads I ride
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| The many roads I find
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| The many roads
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| My old man
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| He never questioned any roads
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| Of the many roads I ride
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| The many roads I find
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| I was a man who
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| Was never hot and never cold
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| And never found the end
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| Of any road or bend
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| So give me family
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| And when they leave me on my own
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| On the many rolls of dice
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| The many throws and fights
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| Give me shoulders
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| To lift me back up in the air
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| To the many floors up high
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| Give them cause to find out where I’m going tonight
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| Start again
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| Gonna be myself again
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| Gonna sail the air
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| With anyone who cares
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| For the many roads I ride
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| Down many roads where I find
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| Many roads
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| My old man
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| He never questioned any roads
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| Of the many roads I ride
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| The many roads I find
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| I was a man who
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| Never questioned any row
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| Of the many rows of light
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| The many seeds of life that I will grow |