Thought I had your number
Stuck in my phone
But I can´t find it nowhere
And beside it´s been too long
Borrowed time and ain´t got a dime
Peter to pay Paul
But still I hear that whistle blow
Saying you can get through it all
Oh got no place in this old world
Shackle bound, but still I roam
Said got no place in the old world
Shackle bound, but still I roam
Runnin´ from my family
Driftin´ from my home
Thinking not of who I am
Thinking only of where I´m going
Young with all the answers
Found out on my own
That everything I thought I knew
It was a lie twined and twisted true
Got no place in this old world
Shackle bound, but still I roam
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