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WASN'T BORN TO FOLLOW |
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by Gerry Goffin / Carole King |
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No I'd rather go and journey |
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where the diamond crescents flowing |
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And run across the valley |
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Beneath the sacred mountain |
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And wander through the forest |
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Where the trees have leaves of prisms |
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That make the light up into colors |
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That no one know the names of |
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And when it's time I'll go and lay |
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Beside the legendary fountain |
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Till I see her form reflected |
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In its clear and gentle waters |
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And if you think I'm ready |
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You may lead me to the chasm |
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Where the rivers of our visions |
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Flow into one another |
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And I'll stay awhile and wonder |
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At the mist that they created |
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And lose myself within it |
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Cleanse my mind and body |
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And I know at that moment |
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As I stand at cathedral |
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I will want to dive |
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Beneath the white cascading water |
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She may beg and she may plead |
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And she may argue with her logic |
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Mention all the things I'll lose |
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That really have no value |
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Tho' I doubt that she will ever |
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Come to understand my meaning |
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In the end she'll surely know |
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I was not born to follow |