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And what if I walk the world cold,
touch the face of earth
a thousand dreams before i sleep,
and never meet myself on any sandy beach
or grassy field?
what the hell do i do then?
do i push on, relentless, seeking,
an old man lost in faithlessness?
do i lay down where i stand?
lay down, lay down.
sleep can't come easy to the restless,
but the dreams are twice as rich.