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What is this I feel?
Why are things not real?
As I trudge my way to the place I stay
Bondage in my words
Lonely as I should be
Did I learn from the days of travels
As I trudge my way
Every single day
Nobody knows
Why I need to be so lonely in the
Bondage in my words
Lonely as I should be
Bondage in my words
It was evening before I climbed the bank
The sun had very nearly slipped out of the sky by this time
And I could not get a good view
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