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I love the pounding of hooves |
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I love engines that roar |
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I love the wild music of waves on the shore |
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And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars |
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Love my sweet woman down to the core |
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There's roads and there's roads |
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And they call, can't you hear it? |
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Roads of the earth |
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And roads of the spirit |
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The best roads of all |
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Are the ones that aren't certain |
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One of those is where you'll find me |
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Till they drop the big curtain |
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Hear the wind moan |
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In the bright diamond sky |
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These mountains are waiting |
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Brown-green and dry |
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I'm too old for the term |
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But I'll use it anyway |
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I'll be a child of the wind |
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Till the end of my days |
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Little round planet |
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In a big universe |
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Sometimes it looks blessed |
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Sometimes it looks cursed |
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Depends on what you look at obviously |
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But even more it depends on the way that you see |
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Hear the wind moan |
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In the bright diamond sky |
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These mountains are waiting |
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Brown-green and dry |
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I'm too old for the term |
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But I'll use it anyway |
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I'll be a child of the wind |
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Till the end of my days |
