Vagabond or a bag of bones?
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They lay out loose atop the soil
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They lay out and here comes the sun
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And the winds to blow me away
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Who who are you, who am I
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Or who are we if not the seed?
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Fire by the riverside
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Learn to swim
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Or no one gets out of here alive
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Vagabond, a bag of bones
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A dandelion blown to a thousand homes
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With no place to go
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But who is to say and who's who to know?
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Vagabond a bag of bones
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A dandelion blown to a thousand homes
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With no place to grow
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But who is to say and who's who to know?
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Wind in the trees
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The rain comes thundering down
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It takes some water to make a cloud
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It takes some seeds to sow the ground
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'Cause even a seed
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Needs to spend its time in the dirt to grow
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But it takes motion to make a sound
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It takes getting lost to be found
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[chorus]
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A shallow grave
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Return to dreams
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It's over my head
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It's all make-believe
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In my mind... in my mind
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When my thoughts have gone to seed
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I will return them to my dreams
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Till I return
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I return to dreams in my mind
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I can hear the thunderclouds moving on
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You weren't invited but you're welcome to come along
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I can hear the sounds of the thunderclouds moving on
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You weren't invited but you're welcome to come along.
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Seed
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| Carbon Leaf |
