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Jul 2015
Man today just ain't my day
The skies are grey as my nikes is
I feel so much pressure
But nothing like Mike did
I just don't know what to do
To be free like birds of the sea
Tuna or a blue bird
I just want to be free
Free from all reality
Pressure like when the Levis broke
Head North for the winter time
For its always cold here to me
Keenan Woods
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Keenan Woods
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     --- and brandon nagley
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