| I walk on the burning sands
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| I walk in the freezing cold
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| I walk from the verdant woods
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| To desolate rocks and stone
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| Air it speaks to me
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| Ground keeps me company
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| Carrying me on my journey
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| They call me the Wanderer
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| I seek the truth
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| I read between the lies
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| They call me the Wanderer
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| I wonder am I doomed
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| To seek but never find
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| Songs — give me powers to cross the seas
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| To reach the divine frontiers
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| My feet are numb
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| I’m blinded by the burning sun
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| Hear — I will not abandon this now
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| I can still prove myself somehow
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| Restore my strength
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| And I’ll go to the ends of the earth
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| I long to wander free
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| Throughout, across, within
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| I hurry patiently
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| I move with no movement at all
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| When the way ahead looks narrow
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| Let me flow through like a stream
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| When a wall stands in my way
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| Let It crumble right away |