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It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free too walk

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That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch

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And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds

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And the ink stains that have dried upon some line

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That keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my memory

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