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6d
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  56/M/Running the roads
(56/M/Running the roads)   
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