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Dec 2013
It's like I can't even talk right now
It's like my mouth is broken
While these old kids come around
Trying to cash their counterfeit tokens
But I just look away, I don't see it
There's no reason for me to be rude
Do what you're gonna, don't give a ****
Ain't no reason for such a sour attitude
Like the patch kids we used to eat
As kids watching cartoons and playing N64
Just stay there don't get outta your seat
For some reason, I feel like I've been here before

Looking back I was always afraid to look ahead
Swerving this anxiety like I'm on a busted sled
Knocking myself out trying to do the right thing
But all by myself I could never truly bring
The things, sprout wings, sit with the kings
But hey that's why I just open my mouth and sing
John
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John  28/M/New York
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