| A drifter set in motion
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| This tale of love and devotion
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| Reluctant locomotion so wild
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| From a tattered and weakened state
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| He chose to liberate
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| Crossed the line into reason broke laws
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| Julien just began one day
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| Got arrested for holding a sign
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| And trying to speak his mind
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| He used his power they used force
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| He said 'we're all of one family'
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| Then demanded equality
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| They slammed his head on the concrete we cried
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| Julien my dear friend ciao
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| I have often been told
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| Of scoundrels and so and so’s
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| They trade their life for a pot of gold true crime
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| But other folks I have seen
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| Not blinded by guilt and greed
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| They understand what they really need they shine
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| Julien was one of them
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| Now it’s alright
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| I’ll still fight for you ciao
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| From this throat that I’m singing through
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| The shade of my love is blue
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| Even the air reminds me of you today
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| Rich with humility
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| A thick possibility
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| Coats my skin with the smell of this prairie storm
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| You’re in this storm aren’t you Julien?
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| You’re in this storm aren’t you? |