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In a dream I was buried between mountains Let go of myself and your friends I didn't say I was ready I'm always reading ahead Can I Quell my elitist tendencies Not be ruled by dependency A Perfect personality Using plagiarized perceptions We use our actions to gain attention
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
Once I Get Out Of This Parking Lot I'll be Able to Breathe
In a dream I was buried between mountains Let go of myself and your friends I didn't say I was ready I'm always reading ahead Can I Quell my elitist tendencies Not be ruled by dependency A Perfect personality Using plagiarized perceptions We use our actions to gain attention
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
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