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Walking on the open road If you look down Eyes on the ground You could be anywhere Not this little town The mud turns to gravel And the gravel turns to grass The grass runs alongside the asphalt And there is mud on the road In little brown dabbles The road keeps going And challenges you to go too Walk like you know where you’re going And eventually you’ll get through
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Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 6:10 AM UTC
The Road
Walking on the open road If you look down Eyes on the ground You could be anywhere Not this little town The mud turns to gravel And the gravel turns to grass The grass runs alongside the asphalt And there is mud on the road In little brown dabbles The road keeps going And challenges you to go too Walk like you know where you’re going And eventually you’ll get through
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16/F/The Darkest Timeline
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 6:10 AM UTC
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