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Knew he was a misfit |
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Since the age of seventeen |
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He had to do it his way they said |
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He should be quarantined |
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He went looking to the East |
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He went looking to the West |
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He was looking for the courage |
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To see which way was the best. |
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Can't turn back |
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Oh no |
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Look out on his right |
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He would look out on his left |
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He would look out in the distance |
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Where he could see the wilderness |
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When the thunderhead approached |
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He would pull off to the side |
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And when the sun broke through |
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He would get back out and ride |
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Cause you can't turn back... |
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Try to see the forest for the trees |
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The wind storm for the breeze |
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No one ever said that it would be that easy |
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You make your way through the debris |
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Cling to your beliefs |
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Even though the world might say your crazy |
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He always had the feeling |
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He would get back out alive |
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But the more that he sees of it |
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Then the less he fantasizes |
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Though he's lost a bit of freedom |
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He has traded it for love |
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Knows that he'd fight for it |
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If that push came to shove |
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Cause you can't turn back... |
