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the home
Do you ever listen For the sounds that your hands make? Did you know that We could make sounds?  I don't know what the palace knows But I don't run with sheep The shepherd can't herd me My feet ever slow The age that takes me I'll slip out to the mountains  Where nobody knows me  I will make my home here I will make my home here I will make my home here  Grow a field of plenty To hold me tight and keep us warm From the cold that burns me My feet ever slow The age that takes me I'll slip out to the mountains  Where nobody knows me  I will make my home here I will make my home here I will make my home here  Do you ever listen For the sounds that your head makes? Did you know that We could make sounds?  I don't know what the palace knows But I don't run with sheep The shepherd can't herd me My feet ever slow The age that takes me I'll slip out to the mountains  Where nobody knows me  I will make my home here I will make my home here I will make my home here  I will make my home here I will make my home here I will make my home here  I know that I was fine before  Fine before, fine before I know that I was fine before  Fine before, fine before I know I was fine before, fine before, fine before Know I was fine before, fine before, fine before Know I was fine before, fine before, fine before Know I was fine before, fine before, fine before Know I was fine before, fine before, fine before