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Nov 2011
I got my head in the sand,

but it feels like the stars.



I got things on my mind,

that're too crazy to fly.



I got a dream in my future,

but traps abound.



I got my broken heart pumping,

to a new beat, to you.
Written by
Carl Stevenson
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