I am not on top of a mountain and
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I am not under the ground
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I am not spilling over the edges and
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I am not easily found
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I am not in a shelter from the winter
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When your head is buried in the sand
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Why do the secret sellers explain things
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Things I already understand
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And who do you think I am
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Yes you who do you say I am
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Once when I was flying past the steeple
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The bells were ringing in my ears
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And I was counting the broken-hearted people
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And I was following their tears
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I am not sinking in the sadness
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I am not throwing bitter stones
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I do not worry who will mind me
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I am not dancing alone
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But you who do you think I am
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Yes you who do you say I am
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Is it winter where you are
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Try to find me if you can
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When it's over it's never over
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And when it's empty it's never gone
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I am in silence gone from danger
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Far away is the forgotten one
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I am headed from that distant lighthouse
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I am twisting towards the sun
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I wrap around me all your goodness
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If I go that way am I the only one
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But you who do you think I am
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Yes you who do you say I am
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Who Do You Think I Am
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| Joan Baez |
