| I am not a poet, living is the poem
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| I am not a singer, I am in the song
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| And I’ve got a story that I cannot write down
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| And I’m with you but I’ll always be alone
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| I may not be right, but I don’t think I am wrong
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| Every note’s an answer, every word’s a sign
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| Every man’s a dancer, following his own time
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| I’ve found a tearful language that translates what I am
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| And I cried out loud, but they didn’t understand
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| I cried so hard I may never try again
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| I may never try, I may never try again
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| Cleansing in the water, heal me in the light
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| Mend you ageless daughter, I’ve been awake all night
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| 'Cause if your sands are shifting, I’ll need to know what I forgot
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| I don’t want much, but I need an awful lot
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| I’ve found a tearful language that translates what I am
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| And I cried out loud, but you didn’t understand
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| I cried so hard I may never try again
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| I may never try, I may never die again
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| I may never cry again
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| I may never try again
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| I may never die again
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| STONEGROUND WORDS
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| Sand me down to the nerve
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| Made to live on stouneground words
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| Imagine that, you’ve done all that
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| And I come back for more
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| Imagine that, I lived on that
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| And I will live for more
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| I entered dancing and looked for my partner
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| I thought the path could be a double road
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| You played my heart like a drum beating warning
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| Oh, I guess I’m gonna dance this one alone
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| I’ll go to the garden that follows the seasons
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| Live in the field where the healing grass grows
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| Go to the mountains where air’s clear for breathing
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| Clear is just another way to see
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| I feel to know
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| Cleanse in the ocean, bathe in the power
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| Live with the sea and I rise for the tide
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| Go to the place where the water will bring me
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| I’m the rivers lover, but I’ll be the oceans bride
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| And they sand me down to the nerve
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| Make me live on stouneground words
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| Imagine that, you’ve done all that
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| And I come back for more
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| Imagine that, I lived on that
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| And I will live for more
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| SONG OF THE SOUTH, BASED ON A THEME FROM
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| SONG OF THE NORTH ADAPTED FROM THE ORIGINAL
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| Let it flow
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| Let it flow
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| Let it go into the sea with me in it
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| Let it fly
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| Let it fly
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| Let it glide into the sky with me up there
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| With me, with me up there
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| With me up there, with me up there
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| Repeat
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| Maybe you’re hurt, maybe you cried in love
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| Maybe you’re living too rough
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| Maybe you’re giving too much
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| Maybe the people want more
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| Maybe you’re askin' «what for,» «what for»
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| Oh, do da day
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| Let it snow
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| Let it snow
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| Let it fall unto the ground and cover me
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| Let it fall unto the ground and cover me
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| Maybe it’s wrong
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| Maybe it’s right tonight
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| Maybe we’ll open the door
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| Maybe it’s opened before
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| Maybe you’re giving too much
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| Maybe you’re living too rough
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| Oh, do day day
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| Repeat
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| Maybe the people want more
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| Maybe you’re asking what for
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| Oh, do da day
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| Oh, do da day
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| MAYBE I WAS (A GOLF BALL)
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| I’m so tired that I can’t sleep,
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| I already read the Bible inner deep
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| The preacher keeps me on my knees
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| To wander and to travel
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| And to sleep when I am able
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| Maybe I was an old path
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| Maybe I was a raincloud
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| Maybe I was a mountain inside of Russia
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| Maybe I was a good road
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| Maybe I was a secret
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| Maybe I was a river flowing in Russia.
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| But I’m so tired and I can’t sleep,
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| I already read the Bible inner deep
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| A preacher keeps me on my knees
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| To wander and to travel
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| And to sleep when I am able. |