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Mar 2015
I know my time is coming
Some say I've been here way too long
But I just don't think I'm ready
just now began feeling at home
They're about to cut the string, so I guess here it goes
if I don't learn to fly on the way down
don't say I didn't tell you so
because I'm good at one thing
and that one thing is being young
but we all grow old and wise
wishing we could be forever young and dumb
Will
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Will  Mississippi
(Mississippi)   
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   Cecil Miller
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