Rolling hills will adjust gently to my fatigue the path is exactly the distance I make of it Bind my feet my shins, my knees Ill need them only as far as theyll carry me, carry me Do you believe in something good? Do you believe I could do something good for you? I used to think that Confessing doubt would concede defeat But I dress my best in the doubts that you cast on me Bind my feet my shins, my knees Ill need them only as far as theyll carry me, carry me Ill be good to you...good
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