i'm a cowboy, without his hat
a christmas tree, with nothing on
i am franti, with no guitar
marley, without his spliff
i'm a dairy farmer's dinner, without the meat
a city street, without its traffic
a car without its wheels
and i'm here, wondering where
i ought to be
wondering where, my purpose is
if it ain't here with me
and i'm here, wondering where
i ought to be
wondering where, my purpose is
if it ain't here with me
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