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Nov 2013
i'm leaving
you have to travel, get out there, explore you said
so that's what i'll do
i'm on my way
to the underworld
i'll get there through the sea
the way you travel on a train
with a few differences, i suppose
i have rocks in my pockets
bricks chained to my ankles
no air in my lungs
but happiness in my heart
maybe because i have no thoughts in my mind
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