| I don’t know who appointed me,
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| They saw an opportunity,
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| They tried to make a man of me,
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| They failed.
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| I’m not about an enemy,
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| I’m all about a family,
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| I’d rather have the anarchy,
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| Than hail.
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| I’m tempted by the old friends in my mind,
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| However far I go they’re right behind,
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| Reminder of a place I cannot find,
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| I left them all behind.
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| The only thing I need,
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| Is buried deep in me,
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| No longer on my own,
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| I’m on my way back home.
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| Living in my peace,
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| I’m living inside me,
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| I’m living in my peace,
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| With all that’s inside me.
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| I live within the mystery,
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| I’d rather this than misery,
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| Rewriting parts of history,
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| You fail.
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| I’m tempted by the old friends in my mind,
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| However far I go they’re right behind,
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| Reminder of a place I cannot find,
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| I left them all behind.
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| The only thing I need,
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| Is buried deep in me,
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| No longer on my own,
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| I’m on my way back home.
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| Living in my peace,
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| I’m living inside me,
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| I’m living in my peace,
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| With all that’s inside me.
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| No longer on my own…
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| I’m on my way back home… |