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Lyrics:
I was high, left blowin' in the wind I was golden, I was yours And I fall on dow-own, down, down I'll be bro-o-o-o-ken
A hundred lives beyond tradition Please make sure that it's your own To find yourself, oh, lo-o-st again One last time, faw-ah-ooh
Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh
I may never do you proud. That's the case, and I know-oh I'm to blame If I'm never gon' do you proud Well, I'm sorry, shun the name
Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh
And I fall on dow-own, down, down. I'll be bro-o-o-o-ken.
And I miss your garden jeans On the bones beneath the beams Your charm, your patience, I must never waste these
Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh
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