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Girl i'm leaving you tomorrow, That's why i'm easy, easy like a sunday mornin'. Everybody wants me to be what they want me to be, but hey, that's not really me. I want be high, so high. Free to know the things i do are right ? Just me.

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For You?

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Published: Oct 28, 2017
LinesWords: 849

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