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The Roads I Travel
The sky is dark
The road long
And as I walk I learn
I feel the cool air
Blowing through my hair
New things
I'd never thought I would try
Not holding back
Not lost anymore
Hold my hand
Open the door
Never Made it as a wise man
Never fallen as an oblivious man
The road long
And as I walk I learn
I feel the cool air
Blowing through my hair
New things
I'd never thought I would try
Not holding back
Not lost anymore
Hold my hand
Open the door
Never Made it as a wise man
Never fallen as an oblivious man
Published 9th Feb 2014
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