well if there was an ounce of the freedom and an ounce of the love
i would give everything i owned just to be in your shoes
and i know it's no news but i want to be you so badly that
sometimes it hurts worse than it's worth.
when i'm turning every corner and hoping that i see
things that i've been told are impossible, unbelievable,
the longing i feel is nothing to the disappointment
when the world proves them right.
and why can't i be the one on the road who knows where he's going
the one who redeems himself at every turn who's got
guns and knives and yet he's the greatest man alive,
i would kill to be a killer as beautiful as this
or sacrifice the ones who don't deserve it -
but that's what makes you you...
not that it doesn't make you me...
it's just - there is no way to express everything.
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