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Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
Used to be gods in the leaves
In the trees and
In the mountains and in the stars
If you look closely
You'll see the afterimage
Of an old philosophy
Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
All I want to do
I want to do is roam
I don't want direction
Now there's no clean air left
To breathe
Smog obscures the progress
Kill our gods over time
Replace them with new ones
Such sad shiny things they are
Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
All I want to do
I want to do is roam
I don't want direction
Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
All I want to do
I want to do is roam
I don't want direction no
Is this where we end up
Lost in the progress
Over the millennia
Sold it in droves
Till we ended up with nothing
We're not true believers
But we want to believe
The empty promise
Of only better days ahead
Human spirit's triumph over everything
We're not true believers
But we want to believe
Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
All I want to do
I want to do is roam
I don't want direction
Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
All I want to do
I want to do is roam
I don't want direction
Cause all I want to do is roam
But I
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