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March 19 old poeas i look back on my life
if i could have the glorious moment,
the wonderous oppurtunity to comprehend
the chance to see my my younger self, one time
to converse
to hear his thoughts
strange days, they surround me, confuse, what if, what is,
strange nights
if the woman has soul
we should go on
i need to go on
there must be some mistake
i never ment em to take
no matter
i remember the song
the show must go on
an ex con trying to make good, clean jacket and tie, i substitie, i go to your house feeling like a furniture in a grocery store, a child in line for taking a child.
all alone in my room, feel so appart from the community, feel like a robot vibe dinner
alone in my room fell so such a warmth out on the streets
looking for a dream
paper plate for a steel dinner
god damn i can´t go by my high school
you should have seen the look on your face
i guess that what it´s takes
when comparing your bellyaches
and it´s been a loing time
and now that i missed you
i´m sorry that i dissed you
i´m glad your back my conscience
i missed you
cos i´m clean as you are
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