What they don't tell you is the feel, emotion and zeal.
It's in the voices and riffs, screaming loud over cliffs.
Moonshine and moon's shine, I'm miles and miles past the line.
My stolen face and dirty head have found freedom.
I need a field of trees and a backyard of grass.
One day i'll wake up with a smile and a green thumb.
One day i'll go to bed and leave forever, alas.
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