| I’m a cloud drifting by
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| Dripping tears from the sky
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| I’m a snail without a shell
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| Leper with a golden bell
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| I’ve got nowhere to go
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| I’m a stray cat on the roam
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| Choking on a chicken bone
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| For a home sweet, no sweet home
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| For a root, for a leaf, for a branch, for a tree
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| For something, somebody that reminded them of me
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| Running with my roots pulled up
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| Caught me cold so they could cut
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| What there was left of love
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| I’m rootless
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| Work your fingers to the bone
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| Building castles out of snow
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| I’m a nomad walking on
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| Humming to the same old song
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| Lower case society
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| Tied to no community
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| A kingdom without a king
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| With no sense of belonging
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| For a root, for a leaf, for a branch, for a tree
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| For something, somebody that reminded them of me
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| Running with my roots pulled up
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| Caught me cold so they could cut
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| What there was left of love
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| I’m rootless
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| Running with my roots pulled up
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| So they could cut me free of love
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| Running with my roots pulled up
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| Caught me cold so they could cut
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| What there was left of love
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| I’m rootless
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| Dragging my roots through the snow
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| No home sweet and no sweet home
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| I’ve got nowhere to go
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| I’m rootless |