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Mar 2015
Sometimes I leave in a rush
I fly down the highway
Always in a hurry to go somewhere
Do something, Be something
I stay out all night
Don't ever go home
No time for sleep
Always have to keep going

Sometimes I wake up and cry
I struggle to leave
I drive slowly
Tears down my face
Afraid that I'll return to nothing

How could I be so stupid
How could I not see
I've been too busy
Caught up in lifes' endeavours that
I forgot about who matters most to me
Old Soul
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Old Soul  Neverland
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