You think that you can keep me here and down
Step on my cape and than turn your back without a sound
Because you can see that I need
With all my sentiment on my sleeves
I may have lived my life until now surfing on fallen leaves
They blow with the wind sometimes far
Sometimes they fall straight to the ground
Many times I have picked up my bleeding body
And walked until I thought I was forgotten
Only to hope I’d find you before you vanished
From another quest to find out who you are
Over the golden mountains and into the esoteric wilderness
Mixed up with the runaways and the banished
Evading the pedestals and dodging the many holes of this great earth
You know we were never that different
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