my friend gave everything he owns away
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my friend says he's happier that way
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he says did you ever notice the more you own,
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the more worries you have?
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i thought about my rent check and my bank account
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and couldn't help but understand
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he told me that he's going back to santa cruz to live on a boat
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without a phone or a thing in his hands
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and i'm staying in chicago to work and go to school
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and fuck off with my shitty fucking band
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and he said: brendan you should try it, it makes you feel so good
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brendan you should try it, it makes you feel so good
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so i threw away a stereo and some clothes to show i understood
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down on the gold coast the people look so happy
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money gets you laid, i saw it on tv
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a brand new car, vcr a satellite dish
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and a 6 pack are just a few parts of this american dream
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well my friend had a dream to be free
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he made it come true by giving away his tv
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yeah my friend had a dream to be free
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he made it come true with a backpack and his feet
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when i walk along the city streets no one smiles or talks to me
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i've seen possessions that run people's lives
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everything we own makes us afraid to be friends
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sharing used to be natural it'll never be that way again
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my friend relearned to be a human being
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how to stop and talk to people on the streets
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he gave everything he owns away
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and lives his dream with a backpack and his feet.
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25 Degrees North
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| The Broadways |
