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[patchworkwounds]

My restless feet don't want a place to stay
Wanderlust blazing in my veins
A strength of old ideas keeping my standing
Home just a thought long forgotten
I'm a traveler to the core
Lost for words but not for time

This'll be your only chance to fall in love and hate
With me before the dawn calls me onwards
I've seen it all familiarity and loneliness
And had my fair share of both
Doors opened and doors barred shut when I come by
Friends and enemies made in a day and lingering until I can't walk no more

And when my time comes and my feet can't walk and further
I'll lay myself down to sleep in the dust
Let my wandering heart drift from town to town
As the sun goes down