Didn't want to be the one The one who's left behind While the other one goes out to life And comes back home to find Me sitting pretty happily Surrounded by a house With cups in all their saucers And not a bit of dust Days going by in clouds of flour and white washing Life getting lost in a world without end I wanted to be the one With road dust on my boots And a single silver ear-ring And a suitcase full of notes And a band of wayward children With their fathers left behind All in their castles in their air And houses in their land Lives getting lost in mending gaps in their fencing All I ever wanted was a road without end
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