I love the open road
And all that it suggests
Cloud the blue skies
I'm jealous of you birds
Was the only truth
In a world full of words
I'll often speak of you
But the you was always me
'Cause when I speak of me
It's me I ask of you
So let there be no truth
Just trickery in rhymes
Time the only thing
Waiting still is death
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