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Wild Rivers
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Paul Simon
I'll apologize, but I'll try make it unclear And I love this city, but I'm really not from here. Now I gotta leave this town as a washed up stuntman. In a beat up coupe I imagine is a Mustang. There's a voice in my head singing, 'I'll turn it around.' But I'm on a highway, honey, tearing up the East bound. There's a man out there smiling like a dying king. Laughing at my soul, searching for anything. And I got mine, I am a rock, I am an owl. And I got mine, I'm shaking ground, I'm faking found in my little tune. These days I'm searching for the great unknown. Wondering if Paul Simon ever had a pillow. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Found me a place I can make a couple tables turn. Just one more wick with a couple more bridges to burn... And I am a child, yet I've gotta let my spirit go. A few more years before I hitch a ride home. I got bones to break and miles to go alone. One day of still riding like a? And I got mine, I am a rock, I am an owl. And I got mine, I'm shaking ground, I'm faking found in my little tune. I'm still tall and made of stone, but I still can't rest on my own. I'm on my own.
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