That’s what I want.
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Gigs.
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People.
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Plain motels.
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Strong experiences,
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Uncomfortable beds.
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True friends.
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Us.
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I feel it every time
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At five a.m.
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It’s hard to explain
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The strength it gives us
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Every day,
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Something that seems always new.
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I would not stop myself anymore.
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It opened my eyes,
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It let my soul
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Come outside my time.
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Speaking the language of freedom
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The only one it knows
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The same I speak every day.
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Yeah!
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Five A.M.
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