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The sky doesn't have to match your blue
The river doesn't have to follow you
I'm not a copy waiting for the cue
I'm the first of a different view
They handed me a rulebook, thick and blue
Tucked every"must" and stitched it through
But the pen they gave me wrote a line
That didn't feel like mine
I take the dirt path where the crickets hum
No one's arrow tells me where to come
I've got a pocket full of clover greens
And I'm not the picture in someone's dreams
The sky doesn't have to match your blue
The river doesn't have to follow you
I'm not the shape inside your custom frame
I'm the color you forgot to name
The sky doesn't have to match your blue
The river doesn't have to follow you
I'm not a copy waiting for the cue
I'm the first of a different view
I take the dirt path where the crickets hum
No one's arrow tells me where to come
I've got a pocket full of clover greens
And I'm not the picture in someone's dreams
The sky doesn't have to match your blue
The river doesn't have to follow you
I'm not the shape inside your custom frame
I'm the color you forgot to name
The sky doesn't have to match your blue
The river doesn't have to follow you
I'm not a copy waiting for the cue
I'm the first of a different view