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Mar 2014
Maybe all we’re doing is wandering
Walking around
Until we find out our destination
But the best places come from those
Who do not plan
Who don’t know where exactly they’re going
Those who just go along with it
And maybe that’s why we don’t always go the right path
We fought against wandering around and just went
Mostly numb
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Mostly numb  In my mind
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