On bended knee is no way to be free
lifting up an empty cup i ask silently
that all my destinatons will accept the one that´s me
so i can breathe
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
half their lives they say goodnight to wives they´ll never know
got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
and so it goes
don´t come closer or I´ll have to go
owning me like gravity are places that pull
if ever there was someone to keep me at home
it would be you
Everyone I come across in cages they bought
they think of me and my wandering but I´m never what they thought
Got my indignation but I´m pure in all my thoughts
I´m alive
Wind in my hair I feel part of everywhere
underneath my being i a road that disapeared
Late at night I hear the trees they´re singin with the dead
overhead
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
consider me a satellite forever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
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Buenisimo!!
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