Nerina Pallot

Rousseau


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A state of grace, untouched, untraced
A ritual of passage
And from the earth
Unbound at birth, you came a noble savage

Rousseau is following me, following me
Following me down to the ladders
Oh, are we really born free?
Are we born free
Or just born again?

And you think you feel
Yeah you think you'll be
Your own kind philosophy

But he's followin' me

Fresh rain, like blood, like blood
Upon a stark and asperjungle

You sense these things
Remembering
The safety of the dark

Such fantastic beasts
Roamin' city streets
'Til it takes your hand and sets you free

Rousseau is following me, following me
Following me down to the ladders
Oh, are we really born free?
Are we born free
Or just born again?

And you think you feel
Yeah you think you'll be
Your own kind philosophy

But he's followin' me

Such fantastic beasts
Roamin' city streets
Glorious machines
Sigh release

Rousseau is following me, following me
Following me down to the ladders
Oh, are we really born free?
Are we born free
Or just born again?

And you think you feel
Yeah you think you'll be
Your own kind philosophy

But he's following me


Writer/s: Nerina Pallot

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