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**Live Free or Die** (my journal!)

Matt Caplan "The Road Less Travelled" Spit it out, give it up Tell me another depressing story Here it comes, there it is Gimme a reason to stay or I'll start packing my mind And in the spirit of the Indians, jaded and faded, I'll settle my score and I'll haunt all your dreams with my Heya, na, na, Hey, na, na, Hey, na na, Heya Heya, na na, Hey, na na, Heya Take the time to drink from my well 'Cause I'm so exhausted, I can't even drink for myself And I built a palace of purpose complete with a shrine Oh, but how come the road that's less travelled has so many lines? Turn around, let me see How many promises I've forsaken Never mind, let it be, Isn't it funny how each new road leads straight to home And in the spirit of my ancestors Gaelic and and Godly, I'll spit on my fear and I'll summon my tribe with my Heya, na, na, Hey, na, na, Heya, na na, Heya Heya, na na, Hey, na na, Heya Take the time to answer the call Or something far colder than winter may follow the fall And a yellow brick road to salvation awaits the divine Oh, but how come the road that's less travelled is where I find mine? And with the ebbing and the flowing of the tide I'm washed ashore And each sermon succeeding is stranger than Before you take me, teach me to run from myself Before you take me, let me take somebody else Take the time to fall on your knees 'Cause my soul is a cell and I can't come and go as I please And I paid my debt with my blood and my sweat and my time Oh, but how come the road's that's less travelled is paved with my crime? Heya, na na, Heya, na na, Heya (4x)

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