WASNĄŻT BORN TO FOLLOW
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by Gerry Goffin / Carole King
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No IĄŻd rather go and journey
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where the diamond crescents flowing
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And run across the valley
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Beneath the sacred mountain
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And wander through the forest
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Where the trees have leaves of prisms
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That make the light up into colors
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That no one know the names of
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And when itĄŻs time IĄŻll go and lay
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Beside the legendary fountain
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Till I see her form reflected
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In its clear and gentle waters
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And if you think IĄŻm ready
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You may lead me to the chasm
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Where the rivers of our visions
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Flow into one another
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And IĄŻll stay awhile and wonder
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At the mist that they created
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And lose myself within it
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Cleanse my mind and body
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And I know at that moment
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As I stand at cathedral
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I will want to dive
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Beneath the white cascading water
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She may beg and she may plead
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And she may argue with her logic
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Mention all the things IĄŻll lose
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That really have no value
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ThoĄŻ I doubt that she will ever
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Come to understand my meaning
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In the end sheĄŻll surely know
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I was not born to follow
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Wasn' t Born To Follow
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| Carole King |
