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Man today just ain't my day The skies are grey as my nikes is I feel so much pressure But nothing like Mike did I just don't know what to do To be free like birds of the sea Tuna or a blue bird I just want to be free Free from all reality Pressure like when the Levis broke Head North for the winter time For its always cold here to me
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
To fly free
Man today just ain't my day The skies are grey as my nikes is I feel so much pressure But nothing like Mike did I just don't know what to do To be free like birds of the sea Tuna or a blue bird I just want to be free Free from all reality Pressure like when the Levis broke Head North for the winter time For its always cold here to me
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
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