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Oh this bag of bones, just wondering Oh, nowhere to run, I guess we’re just falling And we’re all just searching, not knowing where we’re going And it makes us nervous so we try to find a way out We’re still vagabonds We’re still vagabonds Oh this careless ground, guessing this is home now Oh in no man’s land, at least we’re still standing And we’re all just fighting, some of us will not return And there’s no redemption in trying to find your way out We’re still vagabonds We’re still vagabonds We’re still running from the simple life We found a reason to hold on to this We’re still running from those little things We can’t help it cause we’re still vagabonds We’re still vagabonds We’re still vagabonds From Letras Mania