Nomad

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I don't know where you're going

or what you wish to find.

You say your destination

is just a state of mind.

​

Your skin's as tough as timber.

Your kisses taste of dust.

You sleep with mother nature -

the only home you trust.

​

I don't know where I'm going

or what I wish to find.

I guess I'm now a nomad

who's following the blind.

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I doubt you'll ever lead me

to some enchanted land.

But still, I'll take a journey

if just to hold your hand.

​

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