I have drunk my head all weary
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I've been wild in search for fun
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A lot of dates and names and places
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Great deal of women I have known
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But as I sit here and remember all the things that I've been through
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It appears to me quite clear now how one thing always remained true
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I have a gift that have make me wonders to write and sing a song
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It pulled me through a lot of hard times and probably will do so for quite long
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Two continents I've travelled
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I've made a million friends
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I've talked to press, tv and radio
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I've been exhausted, joyed and bored beyond sense
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I have recorded things I've written great deal of albums I did sell
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I've done what many only dream of
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It's been sheer heaven mixed with just a little hell
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I've seen my face on the covers of the magazines
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We go through many different stages in our life though short it is
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We take on symbols sounds and faces but in the end you're all there is
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This is me playing and me singing it's for you all to either love or hate
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Behind this leather and my dark shades there's a heart that's far from a fake
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Before you critisize please understand
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And value only what you've got at hand
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Don't bring your prejudice of what is me
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You see you can not put a label on the wind
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Label On The Wind
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Bathory |