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I think I had die for people who haven't try to die for me
I always wanted to make others happy besides myself
People think I know what happy is, I try to fake it until I break down
I been going all places up and down, low and high
forests, big cities, country sides to find myself
I didn't belong anywhere, I am a vagabond
I have no home inside my own heart so I temporary lives in others
I am vagabond trying to find a home inside my soul.
