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Sometimes I yearn to be the things that I am not Yearn to be in the places I can not yet or may never see Maybe a lead in a rock band, hair in my face, cig in my hand, dark Feeling the music running through my body like a drug Floating above the crowds, free Or today wanting to work for the greater good Knee deep in dirt with sweat pouring down my face To make a difference in this sometimes shitty world Why have we ever agreed to these standards of life we have been served The working, the pace, the wanting of more, More of what, for what A band of horses have picked me up Moved me beyond Tears flow freely now Shhhhh Change the record
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