| Born between a river and a railroad,
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| Restlessness has ruled me since i can’t remember when.
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| There’s something in the wind seems to call me like a friend,
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| So i guess that i’ll be on my way, on my way again.
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| There are dreams that i have carried all my lifetime,
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| And the dreams have made me a stranger in the eyes of many a man.
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| For i do not count the time and my reasons do not rhyme,
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| And down the line and on my way, on my way again.
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| Rolling along like a shipwrecked sailor
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| Who never finds a home.
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| Broken lines and signs of failure
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| Rub me to the bone.
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| Well i’m weary of the company of strangers,
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| I’m weary of the city with its heart of hollow stone.
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| Something in the wind seems to call me like a friend,
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| So i guess that i’ll be on my way, on my way again.
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| There’s something in the wind seems to call me like a friend,
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| So i guess that i’ll be on my way, on my way again.
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| Yes i guess that i’ll be on my way, on my way again… |