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Oct 2011
We loaded our boats
And raised our sails
As we set our course
We hoped the world is flat


Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map




Oh ****,
the world is round
not flat
looks like we're stuck
here
maybe i'll be an
astronaut
and go to outer space
but i heard it's hard to
breathe
up there
real hard to breathe
Brandon
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