| My friends won’t talk to me, cause I left my home
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| At the age of seventeen, I always felt so alone
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| I moved from sea to sea, like a skipping stone
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| It’s a destined life for me, as a vagabond
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| My friends won’t talk to me, cause I left my home
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| At the age of seventeen, I always felt so alone
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| I moved from sea to sea, like a skipping stone
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| It’s a destined life for me, as a vagabond
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| It’s been a long time now, since I laid dawn my hat
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| I’m feeling like a man on the run, trying to get rid of his tracks
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| And it´s been going for so long, I’m handing myself in
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| But finding out where to, I wouldn’t even know where to begin
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| I took for granted everything, that you’re given for free
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| A place to sleep, place to eat, place to meet and greet, and lay off my feet
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| I’m gonna have to get used now, baby, to the life that I lead
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| A vagabond, running around, is the life for me
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| My friends won’t talk to me, cause I left my home
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| At the age of seventeen, and always felt so alone
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| I moved from sea to sea, like a skipping stone
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| It’s a destined life for me, as a vagabond
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| I don’t know when or why, I split up my paths
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| All I know is the choices I made, are now in the past
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| And this is the last time baby, I’m pouring out my soul
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| I gotta come to grips with the fact, that I’m never coming home
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| (ah, yeaaah)
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| (aaah, yeah)
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| (mmmh)
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| (uuuh yeaah)
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| I’ve walked too long, now the dust is on the road
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| Now I’m never coming home
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| I’ve walked too long, now the dust is on the road
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| Now I’m never coming home
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| I’ve walked too long, now the dust is on the road
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| Now I’m never coming home
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| I’ve walked too long, now the dust is on the road
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| No I’m never coming home (uuh, yeah)
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| My friends won’t talk to me, cause I left my home
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| At the age of seventeen, always felt so alone (yeah)
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| I moved from sea to sea, like a skipping stone
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| It’s a destined life for me, as a vaga- a vaga- yeaah
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| My friends won’t talk to me, cause I left my home
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| At the age of seventeen, always felt so alone (yeah)
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| I moved from sea to sea, like a skipping stone
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| It’s a destined life for me, as a vagabond |