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Looking though the bars, Sometimes it’s hard to tell, Am I the one that’s trapped? Or are they all trapped as well? The grass is always greener Or at least that’s what they say. But I would give my whole wide world To be them for a day.
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
Inside Outside
Looking though the bars, Sometimes it’s hard to tell, Am I the one that’s trapped? Or are they all trapped as well? The grass is always greener Or at least that’s what they say. But I would give my whole wide world To be them for a day.
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
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