I Got Nothing
Carcadia
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Looking up at the clouds
I catch myself thinking
If I climb that mountain
Where is the road leading
Swallows and trees
The red sun to rise
Here am I a prisoner
In a cell of my own demise
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Well, I got nothing
But I'm already someone
Sitting in time
I ride the wind
Waiting on that breeze that does not come