| Well, you hope the road you follow
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| Will lead you to the sea;
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| And you hope the time allows you
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| To start to livin' free;
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| But when the world is busy
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| And the way is hard to see;
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| When tomorrow comes
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| Will you remember?
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| When the time you’ve got to wander
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| It’s slippin' by your side;
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| And the way you’re tryin' to move
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| Into the future makes you slide
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| Into corners without exits
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| Till you try to find a ride;
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| When tomorrow comes
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| Will you remember?
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| Now don’t you know the world don’t care
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| Just what we’re livin' through;
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| Its spinnin' just keeps takin' you for rides;
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| Don’t you know you’ve gotta keep on fightin' through;
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| The last frontier is flying deep inside!
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| Well, the last ship in the harbor
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| Is sailin' on the tide;
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| And your papers are in order
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| So you’d better get inside;
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| The broad horizon’s ready
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| And your world is open wide;
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| When forever comes
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| You’ll still remember
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