| We’re born wild and free
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| And everything seems to make sense
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| But the trouble starts
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| As soon as man tries to make amends
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| From times of hardship to times of bliss
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| We ponder over the same old questions
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| Until we understand life is…
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| A way that twists and turns
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| The fire that always burns
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| It’s the riddle no one solves
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| Around which the world revolves
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| It’s an endless walk uphill
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| Until fear submits to will
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| It’s our plans gone out of hand
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| A wild flight across the land
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| It’s a rapid journey
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| And wherever it may lead
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| We’re all just passengers
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| That don’t know who’s in the driver’s seat
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| From times of hardship to times of bliss
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| We ponder over the same old questions
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| Until we understand life is…
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| A way that twists and turns
|
| The fire that always burns
|
| It’s the riddle no one solves
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| Around which the world revolves
|
| It’s an endless walk uphill
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| Until fear submits to will
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| It’s our plans gone out of hand
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| A wild flight across the land
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| I read all those good books, that claim to hold the key
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| But at last they all just made no sense to me
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| Behind walls of science, moral, faith or spirituality
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| No matter where you hide life catches up with you eventually
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| It’s the twinkle in her eye
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| A train that passed you by
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| It’s the love you left behind
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| And the sense you could not find
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| A system overload
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| A path that leads abroad
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| It’s a chance you did not use
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| The hand that you refused
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| A way that twists and turns… |