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It's Gknowing that your door is always oG7pen
And your Gpath is free to wAmalk
That makes me tend to lAm7eave my sleeping bag
Rolled up ands D7ta shed behind your Gcouch
And it's kGnowing I'm not shackled
By forgoG7tten words and bonds
And the iGnk stains that have driedif on some lAmine
That keeps you in the baAm7ck roads
By the riGvers of my mem'ry
AmThat keeps you eD7ver gentle Gon my mind
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