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on from here walkin dreams awake
i think not i think not
the sky comes king blown in every direction
and of no country
i am straw
it is no mystery
i know my way from here
iron sharpens iron
crooked wooden and peacock black
i have your feathers
slung across my back
i´m not the only one
to help you down the hill
my blue knuckles do as they will
it is no mystery
i know my way from here
one as precious as the other
they go with me
for today i am not a false conscience
a tyrant
angels line my pockets dear
i walk a hutterite mile
look at me this once
put an eye to my step
look and furrow
its only misery its only ankle deep
it is no mystery
i know my way from here