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Travelling
Travelling the road, last known is where I want to be My compass directing, electing, an open road with golden trees But there's an old man in need on the ground, I try not to make a sound He holds out his hand as I walk away, I hear him say
Please don't be a stranger in my place
Travelling come to a tavern for a momentary rest I see the old man that I passed on the road in his distress As I turned to go I can hear him say, 'Son, stay. Have a drink, I'll pay.' Let bygones be gone, it's all in the past, we raise a glass Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Please don't be a stranger in my place
What if I could be what you wanted me to be What if I could see what you wanted me to see Come on and show me
Please don't be a stranger in my place
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