| I cut all ties, severed myself from what they called «the real life».
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| Carved my path through stone, where am I now?
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| No one knows.
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| With new lungs to breathe and fresh eyes to see, I pity those too weak to not
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| break free.
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| Living their life on old ideologies, that have been passed down for centuries.
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| Run free and see what you want to see.
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| Get lost along the way… Break free.
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| Forever searching for an open door, all I’ve known my whole life is how to run.
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| Through distant lands and foreign shore’s; |
| to escape has been my only thought.
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| Raised by wolves into the wild. |
| I am a son of the lost isle’s.
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| Raised by wolves into the wild. |
| I am a son of the lost isle’s.
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| No rules, or religions.
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| Just a free world and my own decisions.
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| I’ve never been home…
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| I don’t belong anywhere.
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| I guess I’m homeless because home is where the heart is and I’ve never been
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| home.
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| Forever searching for an open door, all I’ve known my whole life is how to run.
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| Through distant lands and foreign shore’s; |
| to escape has been my only thought.
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| Raised by wolves into the wild. |
| I am a son of the lost isle’s. |