| It´s always hard
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| For the first or the last
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| Lamb in a row
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| Oh yes we know
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| It’s even harder
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| For the odd ones out
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| That are not ready to go with the flow
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| But ahh… ahhh
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| The wild side grows strong in me
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| It breaths so sweet and alive
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| And now it’s drumming
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| Louder and louder
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| Captive by the beat of Homeland Call
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| Homeland calls
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| And then I’m running in sweet release
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| Joyful bliss
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| When I feel these coils unwinding
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| Bearing only my freeborn spirit
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| And startled gaze
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| I’m back into the woods
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| Oh I could howl to the moon
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| Feel the thrill
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| Of the wild side
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| And keep on running
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| It’s a long, long way
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| Cut those roots out
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| From where you don’t belong
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| Dust can settle
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| You shall not
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| And leave them in their cages
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| Spinning in their wheels
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| You were always
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| Wild and free
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| And now it’s drumming louder and louder
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| Follow unafraid to glimpse beyond
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| Further on
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| Calling
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| And then I’m running in sweet release
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| Joyful bliss
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| Then I feel these coils unwinding
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| Bearing only my freeborn spirit
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| And startled gaze
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| I’m back into the woods
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| Oh I could howl to the moon
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| Feel the thrill
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| Of the wild side
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| Just the thrill
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| Of the wild side
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| And keep on running
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| It’s a long…
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| It’s a long, long way |