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Jun 11
On the day I left trippin'
All my worries and the rhyme
Well they all rose to leave me
Here I'm scattered down the line

Now the day that I'm living
Must hide something I could sell
And I don't mind searching shadows
Because they know me very well

Hell yeah it's alright
Ride on my friend
And don't you leave me Mama
It's alright Hell yeah
Written by
Chris  M
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