If I walked through wine rivers..
Will you walk with me?
I could show you what it's like..
And you could finally see..
How I play my own game..
How I abide no rules..
How I be the man..
Using good-old violent tools..
We could follow the road signs..
We could find the stars..
If I changed my whole-self..
Would it rebuild the heart?
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