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I'll live alone in an old van,

traveling solo and not givin a damn,

i have good health, i don't understand,

why i desire to end up hand in hand,

i'm sure to me being this free,

always has a cost or some hidden fee,

some type of talk to turn me evil,

tell me goodbye, never allowing a sequel,

she will never truly get it, i never lie,

i speak with my conscience, voice long ago died,

always kept inside until my guitar strings strum,

creating a harmony and the words slip off my tongue,

we can be together in a random state to,

start a new life and make sure we do,

everything in our power to never need to start over,

again, now i have problems keeping my heart sober.