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I started my life with my parents,
I did the mum and dad thing,
Fair enough,
I always knew there were more people in my head.
I roamed with my unreal heart,
Trying my best to appreciate a good ride,
Stepping into dusty roads under impossible skies,
I’d wake up to the cold howling world,
Hands in my pocket I did what I liked.
I think too much,
Maybe I don’t think enough,
When we have found someone to befriend,
Our soul goes back to the sky,
And more than death is to survive ones own self.