I told you
it's an obsession.
...
See the sky is no man's land
...
And no man is an island, oh this I know
But can't you see, oh?
Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone
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Comfort came against my will
And every story must grow old
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Still I'll be a traveler
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And I don't wanna beg your pardon
And I don't wanna ask you why
But if I was to go my own way
Would I have to pass you by?
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