bird on a treetop
doesns free
sings itt long for the shore
swimmin forever
never diving for mo-re
in the eye of the storm
one is gone one is born
in the eye of the storm
every place that I come
flower by the roadside
doesns free
opening to sunlight
feeding a bee
so many people ride on some track
Is an illusion thats what people say
but pains feeling real doesnt feel like we play
when I´m hit when It seem to fit me
for I was born bad
and a misfit I´ll be
walking the highway
heaven and hell
vagabond I am
and my stories I tell
in the eye of the storm
one is gone one is born
in the eye of the storm
every place that I come

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