Wandering Soul

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By Lovecrafter

Some days I'm stuck in a rut And I'm too scared to know What is and what is what Other days I feel I'm fine But have the urge to just go Leave this cold room behind Sometimes I think I try a little too hard Sometimes I think I go a little too far Wandering soul Find yourself Take all those dreams Take them off of that dusty old shelf Spread out those wings Fly away Head towards the sun Don't be afraid, enjoy your stay Some days I'm stuck in a rut And I know that I know What is and what is what Other days I think I'm fine But have the urge to just go Leave this cold room behind Sometimes I think I speak a little too strong Sometimes I think I phrase a little too wrong Wandering soul Find yourself Take all those dreams Take them off of that dusty old shelf Spread out those wings Fly away Head towards the sun Don't be afraid, enjoy your stay Sometimes I think I play a little too rough Sometimes I think A little isn't nearly enough Wandering soul Find yourself Take all those dreams Take them off of that dusty old shelf Spread out those wings Fly away Head towards the sun Don't be afraid, enjoy your stay Some days I'm stuck in a rut And I'm too scared to know What is and what is what Some days I'm fine but I'm just too scared to go Leave this cold room behind

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