Idle chatter What does it matter? What is it for I stay sober I grow older What is in store? There are those who would seek To control me To make a dollar more And I try to shun them Always run from Yet try again once more Let me be Let me be Just pull the oars in Shove the boat off And drift out to the sea Let me be Rain clouds gather Wind blows rather Strongly from the north I won�t paddle I won�t babble As the winds push me forth Let me be Let me be Just pull the oars in Shove the boat off And drift out to the sea Let me be I will toe the line I know what�s mine I found it on the ground Mold the clay Fold the way That suits the way I sound |
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