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Vagabond

While people sleep,
I head downstairs,
a sweater over my shoulders,
out into the blue night.
A guitar in my heart,
strange things on my mind—
and upon my face a trace
of naivete.
 
Vagabond, vagabond—
the saints will guide me.
I sold my shoes,
for a mile of freedom.
Alone, you do not live—
I will not die without having loved.
Vagabond, I dream on, I ramble on.
 
The legs move by themselves—
the road seems like a river,
who knows where it leads?
Not even you, my girl,
know how to stop my journey—
your eyes are not
sincere.
 
Vagabond, vagabond—
the saints will guide me.
I sold my shoes,
for a mile of freedom.
Alone, you do not live—
I will not die without having loved.
Vagabond, I dream on, I ramble on.
 
Vagabond, vagabond—
the saints will guide me.
I sold my shoes,
for a mile of freedom.
Alone, you do not live—
I will not die without having loved.
Vagabond, I dream on, I ramble on.
 
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Vagabondo

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