| In one moment of hesitation, and miscalculation
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| I got lost, already exhausted, alone with the stars
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| I’m just a romantic, to a crippling fault
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| All I see it magic, there’s nothing to see at all
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| My hands belong to a conquerer
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| My heart belongs to a wanderer
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| But my feet always lead me into harm’s way
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| My mind belongs to a scholar
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| But my neck belongs in a collar
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| All I wish is someone to pull me out of harm’s way
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| I tried to follow the constellations back to civilization
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| Rivers to cross, Vultures to gnaw, nature is lawless
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| I can’t find any more motivation for self preservation
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| If I am condemmed if my life is ending
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| what good is pretending
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| I’m just a romantic, to a crippling fault
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| All I see is magic, when there’s nothing to see at all
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| My hands belong to a conquerer
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| My heart belongs to a wanderer
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| But my feet always lead me into harm’s way
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| My mind belongs to a scholar
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| But my neck belongs in a collar
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| All I wish is someone to pull me out of harm’s way
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| I could never stay, never stay out of harm’s way My hands belong to a conquerer
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| My heart belongs to a wanderer
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| But my feet always lead me into harm’s way
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| My mind belongs to a scholar
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| But my neck belongs in a collar
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| All I wish is someone to pull me out of harm’s way |