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Jan 2015
The way we live our lives is the same
Day in and day out we play their game
I never know what they're doing
Most of us, we just see the bling
The bridge is crowded by too much cloud
Everyone else is way too loud
I think this is a smaller part of something, but I wanted to put it up here anyway.
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