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2, 3, 4 Suppose the world was not informed by real estate or power lines? The hidden river of my life, pursued by love The whispering stone, the valley ford, the candy corn, the spirit finds Abuse has left me on my side, a single stone I'm a walker, I'm a dreamer Treehouse greeter, Pentacostal preacher I'm a rocker, yeah I'm a schemer Compost preacher, pioneer believer A small betrayal, a simple thought to shrug it off, unoccupied The precious lake, the riverbed, the rising tide The sad surprise, the day of flags, the flooding fox, the clever chime Awake my soul, awake my heart and you will find I'm a walker, I'm a drinker Safeway shopper, thunder egg reader I'm a biker, yeah, I'm a beaver Web-foot walker, trailblazing fever I'm a lover, yeah, I'm a reaper Subaru driver, satellite receiver I'm a trucker, yeah, I'm a chaser Pig-n-Ford rider, I'm a Nike racer Gloria in ex-Canemah Gloria in ex-Canemah From Letras Mania