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I've seen a red door , I have to paint it black I've busted at the seams My minds begun to crack I'm moving along, Like a rolling Stone Gathering no Moss on any side Just moving on, wandering alone It's funny how a rock can gather so much steam Rolling down a steep hill into the stream I guess it's true, when you're by yourself you can only focus on what's ahead
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
Paint it black
I've seen a red door , I have to paint it black I've busted at the seams My minds begun to crack I'm moving along, Like a rolling Stone Gathering no Moss on any side Just moving on, wandering alone It's funny how a rock can gather so much steam Rolling down a steep hill into the stream I guess it's true, when you're by yourself you can only focus on what's ahead
An obvious rolling Stones reference
#sad#life#people#music#kindasad
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
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