I go where I want to.
Just lucky I guess.
The doors are all open.
In these rooms I confess.
I tell them I’m ok.
They don’t care if I lie.
To complain is so old school.
To live is to die.
I go where I want to.
Just lucky I guess.
The doors are all open.
In these rooms I confess.
I tell them I’m ok.
They don’t care if I lie.
To complain is so old school.
To live is to die.
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Thank you
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