| Have you seen the traveller? |
| He moves with the night and day. |
| With no
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| items of value he finds fortune in being free. |
| I remember when I use to
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| think that I was moving faster, but the whole world moves under me. |
| Our
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| lives were closely interwoven then, but they unravel with such urgency.
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| You can’t help this feeling inside. |
| You belong to no one, as long as your
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| heart can breathe. |
| You belong to no where, as long as you roam free.
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| All you need are the clothes on your back, with your health and your heart
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| intact. |
| A life full of duty is a life that’s full of endless strain. |
| I
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| remember when I use to think that I was moving faster, but the whole world
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| moves under me. |
| Our lives were closely interwoven then, but they unravel
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| with such urgency. |
| You can’t help this feeling inside. |
| The road will never
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| swallow you, so live your life on your own two feet. |
| The road will never
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| swallow your sunrise.
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| Now I can see what lies ahead and I can feel the wind in my hair. |
| I know
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| the road will never swallow me. |
| I’ll live my life on my own two feet, the
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| road will never swallow my sunrise. |