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Mar 2018
People always ask me what I’m running from

I tell them I’m not running from anything

I’m simply standing up straight
In the storm

And what you see is the storm passing over me

I don’t care about the storm
&
The storm don’t care about me
Simple
Eric the Red
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Eric the Red  40/M/Southwest
(40/M/Southwest)   
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