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I'll apologize but I’ll try to make it unclear And I love this city but I'm really not from here Now I gotta leave this town as a washed up stuntman In a beat up coupe I imagine is a mustang There's a voice in my head singing out turn it around But I'm on a highway honey tearing up the East bound There's a man out there smiling like a dying king Laughing at my soul, searching for anything And I’ve got mine I am a rock, I am an isle And I got mine I'm shaking ground, I'm faking found In my little town These days I'm searching for the great unknown Wondering if Paul Simon ever had it good alone Find me a place that can make a couple tables turn That’s warm all winter with a couple more bridges to burn And I am a child yet I've got to let my spirit roam A few more years before I’ll hitch a ride home I’ve got bones to break and miles to go alone One day I’ll start writing like I’m Leonard Cohen Letras de cancionesAnd I’ve got mine I am a rock, I am an isle And I got mine I'm shaking ground, I'm faking found In my little town I'm still tall and made of stone But I still can't rest on my own I'm still tall and made of stone But I still can't rest on my own I'm on my own From Letras Mania