(Gerry Goffin / Carole King)
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Though I'd rather go and journey
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Where the diamond crescents glowing
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Run across the valleys
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Beneath the sacred mountain
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And wander through the forest
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Where the trees of leaves are prisms
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That break the light of day into colours
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That no-one knows the names of
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And when it's time
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I go and wait beside
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A legendary fountain
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'Til I see your form reflected
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In it's clear and jewelled water
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And if you think I'm ready
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You may lead me to the chasm
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Where the rivers of our vision
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Flow into one another
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And I'll stay awhile
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And wonder at
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The myths that they've 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 the moment
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As I stand in that cathedral
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I will want to dive in
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The white cascading water, water, water
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He may beg
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And he may plead
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He may argue with his logic
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He can mention all the things I'll lose
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That really have no value
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Though I doubt that he will ever come
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To understand my meaning
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In the end he'll surely know
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I was not born to follow
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I was not born to follow
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I wasn't born to follow, no, no
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I wasn't born to follow
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I wasn't born to follow, no, no
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I wasn't born to follow
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I wasn't born to follow
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Said I......
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Wasn't Born To Follow
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| Dusty Springfield |
