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Maybe you can tell me why I'm prone to wanderi'm like a gypsy to the boneevery time i hear the rain amid the thunderi want to run outside and shed my clothesbut i want to stay with youlong enough to love you rightand i want to say to youi love the patience in your eyeshere i am standing in a circle of quietwhere a truce is tacitly observedstanding in a circle of quietwaiting for the world to turnwaiting for the world to turnwaiting for the world to turnand a hundred days and nights could find me scatteredall around the world without a namebut you're more than just a feather in my hatmore than just a fetter on my framewhen i look up in the sky at nighti want to go chase the starsbut like the catcher in the ryei want to stay where you arethere is no shadow of turning with theethere is no shadow of turning
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