| Into the open I am moving
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| Taking my chances with the wolves
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| Painting my vision as I’m searching
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| Old tired feet inside these battered boots
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| Seeking shelter in my roots
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| Knowing who I used to be
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| Holding everything I lived
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| Heavy load inside tne heart
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| Lifting my spirit from below
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| Gathering winds I used to blow
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| Standing through the fire and snow
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| I’m not afraid of the taker my brain is a window maker
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| Reading my future without knowing
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| My mind is longing to be there… somewhere
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| Tne answer is hidden never showing… no no
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| Can we ever rise from our despair
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| Life was never fair
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| Building towers to the sun
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| Lost children of babylon
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| Keeping everything I saw
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| So many times I stood in awe
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| Turning the other cheek but still
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| I was branded by the claw
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| Losing the light that I used to show
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| In the end when all is done
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| Another window maker starts to run
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| Holding everything I lived
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| The chains that weigh tne heart
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| Fighting devils from below
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| Escaping the undertow
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| I gather my winds and I blow
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| My fame will grow
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| Grinding everything I saw
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| So much innocence convicted by law |