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The rain drills against the glass like a clock
And the landscape outside the window blurs
I sing about my destiny without memorizing
Every fall of mine will become a new sail
The world says, Don't be strange
But I shout back, erasing the restrictions
I won't die ordinary—
My mark will remain when I'm gone
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Every fall of mine will become a new sail
My credo is to be wrong
People tell me that not right
And I tell them
Fuck you
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Morphine
