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Jan 2010
Nothing more than a parachute
I am drifting high in the sky
Think I will never come down
‘Till I hit the ground
Strollin’ through life
Surroundings passing me by
Like I am trudging through mud
Don’t have veins, got no blood
Written by
Marley ONeill
838
   ---, Mo and JR Macfadden
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