| A solitary figure
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| I roam these rocks, solo
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| The mountain is my castle
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| I just want to be left alone
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| Don’t follow in my footsteps
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| (Don't follow, don’t follow)
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| Don’t follow in my footsteps
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| Don’t follow in my big foot steps
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| I swim in the river
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| I climb the evergreen
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| I hunt with the cougar
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| Never heard and seldom seen
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| Don’t follow in my footsteps
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| (Don't follow, don’t follow)
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| Don’t follow in my footsteps
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| Don’t follow in my big foot steps
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| A man, cut a cut line
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| Right through my back yard
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| Then he piped a pipe line
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| Through m y paradise, under the stars
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| Don’t follow in my footsteps
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| (Don't follow, don’t follow)
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| Don’t follow in my footsteps
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| Don’t follow in my big foot steps
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| So I rode the pipeline from
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| Bella Coola to the Georgia Straight
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| I hoisted my protest sign
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| And stopped cars on the lion’s gates
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| Don’t follow in my footsteps
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| (Don't follow, don’t follow)
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| Don’t follow in my footsteps
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| (Don't follow, don’t follow)
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| Don’t follow in my footsteps
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| (Don't follow, don’t follow)
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| Don’t follow in my footsteps
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| Don’t follow in my big foot steps |