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Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul

Used to be gods in the leaves
In the trees and in the mountains and in the stars
If you look closely, you'll see the afterimage of an old philosophy

Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
All I want to do, I want to do is roam
I don't want direction

Now there's no clean air left to breathe
Smog obscures the progress
Kill our gods over time
Replace them with new ones
Such sad, shiny things they are

Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
All I want to do, I want to do is roam
I don't want direction
Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
All I want to do, I want to do is roam
I don't want direction, no

Is this where we end up?

Lost in the progress over the millennia
Sold it in droves till we ended up with nothing
We're not true believers, but we want to believe
The empty promise of only better days ahead
Human spirit's triumph over everything
We're not true believers, but we want to believe

Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
All I want to do, I want to do is roam
I don't want direction
Give me the wisdom of your tongue
The spirit of the ancient soul
All I want to do, I want to do is roam
I don't want direction
Cause all I want to do is roam
But I don't

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