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Come with me, I won't hide
We're going on a ride
We meet each day, use time to see
While we're young and almost free

I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in

I've gott to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in

Do not turn or hate to see

All the things you think we've got
Do not turn or hate to see
What happened to the wife of Lot

We're alone or so they say
We're not on our own in that way
When we're alone it's real tough going
We tend to take a part in someone else's plan

Come with me, I thought he said

But that's not him anymore, he's dead


What's it like to be so free
So free it looks like lost to me


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