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Once I jumped off a plane somewhere down in Cape Town

I was looking for the flame

Eager to defy death but there wasn't much life being found

While looking for light in dark places

Had dinner at dawn at the house of the Transylvanian beast

I went preying for some game

Though living a life in oasis

Never found it to be one that matched my northern hometown feast

101, For somewhere between the seed and decay

You start believing it’s not in your name

But forever freedom may not evade

A nomad still fuelling the flame, I'm still

Counting, counting, counting

At 2 am I was lost at a heartfelt Kyoto shrine

I was praying for some rain

I almost found peace but I ran out of sacramental wine

Was a time I was settling at Garda

Incomplete on the inside like the houses rising on Tirana streets

Given up on fame

Busan tellers said you can't cheat karma

I went breaking bread with the Bedouins in Oman, soon told me to leave

404, For somewhere between the seed and decay

You start believing it’s not in your name

But forever freedom may not evade

A nomad still fuelling the flame, I'm still

Counting, counting, counting

Ignite it on the inside

Feed it from the outside

Ignite it on the inside (You gotta light it up on the inside)

Feed it from the outside (Gotta fuel it up from the outside)

602, for somewhere between the seed and decay

You start believing it’s not in your name

But forever freedom may not evade

A nomad still feeding the fuel to the flame

For somewhere between the seed and decay

1000 down, 2000 to go

But forever freedom may not evade

A nomad still fueling the flame

I'm still roaming, roaming, roaming, roaming on