| You’re an adventurer
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| You sail across the oceans
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| You climb the Himalayas
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| Seeking truth and beauty as a natural state
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| You’re a queen reborn
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| Worshipped from above afar
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| Some see you as an elixir
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| An elemental natural seeking perfect grace
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| In a catacomb
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| Or cave of endless drawings
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| Prehistoric or religious
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| Your accomplishments prodigious
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| Seeking out the perfect tone
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| Your language so clear
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| Your voice perfectly turning
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| As in the city I sit yearning
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| Blowing rings of smoke from thin cigars
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| Or driving fast in foreign cars
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| To capture your remains, huh
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| You’re an adventurer
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| A turban wet wrapped 'round your head
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| On the mountainside they predict your death
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| Oh how you fooled them all
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| But subjects are a poor excuse
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| When what you really want’s a muse
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| An inspirating knowledge
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| Of what comes before
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| Ooohhh, speeds of light
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| The momentary flicker
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| Of a candle in its wicker basket
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| Smoking wax, facts
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| Did you find that superior knowledge
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| That eluded you in college
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| Did you find that super vortex
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| That could cause your cerebral cortex
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| Ooohhh, to lose its grip
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| You’re an adventurer
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| You were out looking for meaning
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| While the rest of us were steaming
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| In an inspirating
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| Ah, urban pit
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| An adventurer
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| You enter as I’m dreaming
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| I wish I’d never wake up
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| Differentiating scheming from my one true love
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| You’re an adventurer
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| You love the angles and the cherries
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| The height and width of levies
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| The natural bridge and tunnels of the human race
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| You’re an adventurer
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| Nothing seem to scare you
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| And if it does it won’t dissuade you
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| You just will not think about it
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| You dismiss it and defocus
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| You redefine the locus of your time in space, race
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| As you move further from me
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| And though I understand the thinking
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| And have often done the same thing
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| I find parts of me gone
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| You’re an adventurer
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| And though I’ll surely miss you
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| And of course I’ll survive without you
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| And maybe good will come of that
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| But at this point, ah
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| I anticipate some grieving
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| And although I know your leaving
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| Is a necessary adjunct to what we both do
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| An adventurer
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| Splitting up the atom
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| Splitting up the once was
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| Splitting up the essence of our star-crossed fate
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| None who meet you
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| Do forget you, my adventurer
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| My adventurer, my adventurer-venturer
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| My adventuress |