I’ve been spared the desire, to walk these roads until I’m tired, but I’m a homebody with a ramblin’ soul. Deep within me there’s a fire, to find the truth and burn the liars. And my mind is always movin’ - truth be told. Most folks don’t know who I am, in accordance with my plans, but I aim to be remembered when I’m gone. But it’s all out of my hands - I guess I’m leaving it all to chance, that when I die my words keep livin’ on.
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