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Finding my way


I'll pick up my crappy ole guitar
That I don't know how to play
I'll learn it on the road
Hoppin' from train to train
I got my rucksack,
With pen and paper
So I can write down all this stuff
That I've got running freely in my head
While I'm finding my way
You might see me on a bridge
Wonderin' if it's safe to jump
And I'll take a leap of faith
Only to see if I'll make it
Now I'm walking around
Knowin' why I jumped when I did
Oh, now I know

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