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Far down the road,
Pioneer performs an episode,
Can't pull me thru,
A lesser man would hand a map to you.
So make no mistake,
The lines are drawn, but not to fade away.
And you might call it:
An altruistic fate.

Gone with the wind,
And subtle things keep you settled in,
So don't cry to me,
Bout the freedom you will never see,
And make no mistake,
I see your troubles many miles away,
and you might call it:
an altruistic trait.

So there's no more guessing
on what's best for me.
Take my chances long,
before I am free.
Down in the sea,
Thousand souldiers who have died for me,
singing on, set me free,
It's just the islands pry from penalty.
So no make no mistake!
Reparations have a final say,
and you might call it:
An altruistic holiday!

So there's no more guessing
on what's best for me.
Take my chances long,
before I'm free.
There's no more blessings
without guarantee.
Take my chances long
before I am free.

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