(David Crosby)
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Spirit son of a samurai tilting at windmills
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A misfit in this century
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He was looking for a living to be proud of
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Well, he was driven before a dozen winds at once
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Like a salmon jumping upstream
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Without the fishes sense
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Not to wonder, wonder, wonder
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Well, he was carrying his baggage
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Chained to his feet his weapon held across his eyes
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He was looking for the light
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He was looking for the light
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Well, he was the only one I met
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On the road last night
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Samurai
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Crosby & Nash |