You Say

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You say I'll never have a home,

But I already do.

You say I'll wander my whole life,

Well, so will you.

You say I have to follow

The propaganda you got in every corner;

But I have other matters

And I don't care if I end up a loner.

Let my journey be hard,

Let it be exciting,

That's what I've longed for from the start.

I always wanted fighting.

I should be allowed to choose my own path

Not influenced by you.

It's the only way that exists

To be true.


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