| I was born in the room where I wrote this song
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| Within the same four walls, twenty years on
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| Time to make a new step but take another fall
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| Do I learn what is right by wrong, doing it all?
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| I found a place of bone
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| I felt strangely at home
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| Where the grass turned to sand
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| And the steeples became domes
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| I lay myself down in the shadow of a tree
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| Served by a toothless waiter who sang to me for free
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| I listen to the voices
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| The voices say to me, yeah
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| Untie all your spaces
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| And in a single bow you’ll be free
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| White light when I depart
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| But it’s clear on my return
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| Some steps have been taken
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| But there’s a lot left to learn, a lot left to learn
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| They built these walls to keep me safe
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| But now they need it no longer
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| And I could see their mistakes, I could see their mistakes
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| I listen to the voices
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| The voices say to me, yeah
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| Untie all your traces
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| And in a single bow you’ll be free
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| And in a single bow you’ll be free
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| In a single bow you’ll be free
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| In a single bow you’ll be free
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| In a single bow
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| A single bow you’ll be free |