I want to fly across the Great Plains
on the wings of a freight train
want to see the world beyond these hills
with my sparrow's heart emptily filled
I am Tecumseh
I'm the king of pain
I am Tecumseh
I can't feel the rain
these dark rails will carry my bones
to the lonely unfamiliar where I belong
there I'll dwell in glorious solitude
and wonder often what became of you
I am Tecumseh
I'm the king of pain
I am Tecumseh
help me find the blame
I will break myself chasing what my heart is set on
but there are so many things
worlds unseen by my mortal eyes
flickering in Technicolor dreams
I am Tecumseh
I'm the king of pain
I am Tecumseh
you never hear me complain
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