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I have brains in my head. I have feet
in my shoes, I can steer myself any direction
I choose. I'm on my own. And I know what
I know. And I'm the one who'll decide where to go.
My mountain is waiting.
i meant to come back to put out bliss
but the style is crumbling, covered canned
it was sick and no you dont even know how it comes
shifts then gets ruined by you fucking slobs but its classical anyways
