I've been the wild one
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I've run through the streets and I've suffered
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I've been the quiet one
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Sequestered and smothered
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But I won't mind no time spent to save me
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Just trying to be good to the people who raised me
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And glide through life without a meaning
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On trails torn up between clouds and turf
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I've wished for you for what it's worth
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And I want to visit on the wind
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It's been a strong year
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With a bright, bright sun
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From here the past looks cold
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And the future seems a promising one
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The People Who Raised Me
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| Gregory And The Hawk |
