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I think its time we get our stories right
And cast ourselves aside, and bring ourselves to fight
And I think its time we cover shallow graves
And scatter old remains, to lead to better ways
To lead to better ways
I think its life to dream of open roads
The call to be alone thats deep within our bones
And I think its life to long for something new
And steady gaze into the deep and dark and blue
And I am on my way
Ive been wrecked and on my own
And with the wind I sway
And all I wish is it takes me home
And all I wish is it takes me home
And I am on my way
Ive been wrecked and on my own
And with the wind I sway
And all I wish is it takes me home
And all I wish is it takes me home