| The days and the hours swiftly turn into seasons
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| The weeks and the months quickly turn into years
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| The present is coloured by memories of childhood
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| Of heartache and happiness laughter and tears I’ve flown and I’ve driven long
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| miles by the million
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| Through desert and forest and high mountain range
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| Through pastures of plenty and dark city byways
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| A life on the move in boat, car and train Thirty five years of singing and
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| playing
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| Thirty five years of life on the road
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| Laughing at tyrants and spitting at despots
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| I’ve danced in the footsteps of men like Tom Joad They’ve called me an outlaw
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| they’ve called me a dreamer
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| They said I would change as I aged and grew old
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| That the memory would fade of the things I had lived through
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| That the flash fire of youth would slowly turn cold But I raise up my glass and
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| drink deep of its flame
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| To those who have gone who were links in the chain
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| And I give my soul’s promise I give my heart’s pledge
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| To outlaws and dreamers and life at the edge So here’s to the vision that binds
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| us together
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| That tears down the walls that would keep us apart
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| And here’s to the future where dreams will be honoured
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| And the fierce flame of freedom that burns in our hearts The fire is still
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| burning the future’s still calling
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| To follow the dream till the end of my days
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| Wishing’s for fools but dreams are for outlaws
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| Laughter’s for lovers and tears for the brave I raise up my glass and drink
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| deep of its flame
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| To those who have gone who were links in the chain
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| And I give my soul’s promise I give my heart’s pledge
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| To outlaws and dreamers and life at the edge |