El Cantador my way

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I am like that wolf
I can’t stop, I can’t stop
Ever since first taste
I can’t wait, I can’t wait
And there’s nothing for me
Not as far as I can see but blood, blood, fresh blood
When freedom smells like rain
Something tame screeches in my veins
Ever since that climb
I can’t wait, I can’t wait
And there’s nowhere to go
And no one old enough to show me my way, way, my way
And my heart’s in the strangest places
When my head is in front of my step
But when I’m with you I can crumble
Like a castle in the wind but unkempt
And the wind has blown here before
To me people in distant places
But when we’re all leaves from the same tree
And our rotten schemes don’t seem to phase us anymore
And my tongue gets tired of talking
When my hand gets tired from scribbling
Oh, to do anything never done before
It takes more running and less walking these days

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