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Traveling I only stop at exits, wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless, Living this way I stress less

I want to pull away when the dream dies.
the pain sets it and I don't cry. I only feel gravity and I wonder why


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can i sail through the changing ocean tides,
can i handle the seasons of my life?



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It turns out to be so much different than our dreams.

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