I was born on a full moon with nomads blood in my veins
I can grow fond of a place the urge to move still remains
you might have seen me on sandals or met me on trains
I'm that stranger in town who was gone the next day
there's no telling where I'm heading, if only I knew
but each time the sun rises the road starts anew

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