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when you live somewhere dead you slowly die with it and when you leave all your friends they give you such **** "why ya movin', anyway?" "you don't got the ***** or the money." "you'll never make it." so you turn to your family your blood and your love and they're the worst of all it scares those that love you to see you leave on your own and make something of yourself that doesn't involve them "you got no dedication. you got no ambition." "you're being stupid. don't sell your stuff. you ain't goin' anywhere." "no you can't have any money." so you grit your teeth and make it a promise to show them all up prove them wrong right before their eyes with no support you look to everything anything for a crutch but you fall again and again so you get right the **** back up and you learn to walk without a crutch and suddenly your family your friends they see you pressing on and when they see your vision you creating your own path writing your destiny leading they all follow and 3,000 miles will never be far enough.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
3,000 miles isn't far enough
when you live somewhere dead you slowly die with it and when you leave all your friends they give you such **** "why ya movin', anyway?" "you don't got the ***** or the money." "you'll never make it." so you turn to your family your blood and your love and they're the worst of all it scares those that love you to see you leave on your own and make something of yourself that doesn't involve them "you got no dedication. you got no ambition." "you're being stupid. don't sell your stuff. you ain't goin' anywhere." "no you can't have any money." so you grit your teeth and make it a promise to show them all up prove them wrong right before their eyes with no support you look to everything anything for a crutch but you fall again and again so you get right the **** back up and you learn to walk without a crutch and suddenly your family your friends they see you pressing on and when they see your vision you creating your own path writing your destiny leading they all follow and 3,000 miles will never be far enough.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
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