| Give me the wisdom of your tongue
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| The spirit of the ancient soul
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| Used to be gods in the leaves
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| In the trees and in the mountains and in the stars
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| If you look closely, you’ll see the afterimage of an old philosophy
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| Give me the wisdom of your tongue
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| The spirit of the ancient soul
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| All I want to do, I want to do is roam
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| I don’t want direction
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| Now there’s no clean air left to breathe
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| Smog obscures the progress
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| Kill our gods over time
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| Replace them with new ones
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| Such sad, shiny things they are
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| Give me the wisdom of your tongue
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| The spirit of the ancient soul
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| All I want to do, I want to do is roam
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| I don’t want direction
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| Give me the wisdom of your tongue
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| The spirit of the ancient soul
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| All I want to do, I want to do is roam
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| I don’t want direction, no
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| Is this where we end up?
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| Lost in the progress over the millennia
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| Sold it in droves till we ended up with nothing
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| We’re not true believers, but we want to believe
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| The empty promise of only better days ahead
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| Human spirit’s triumph over everything
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| We’re not true believers, but we want to believe
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| Give me the wisdom of your tongue
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| The spirit of the ancient soul
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| All I want to do, I want to do is roam
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| I don’t want direction
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| Give me the wisdom of your tongue
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| The spirit of the ancient soul
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| All I want to do, I want to do is roam
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| I don’t want direction
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| Cause all I want to do is roam
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| But I don’t |